Some freak a talk how, how dem fresh from big hopper
Well then, as Louis did said dem gal dem fruits rotten
Gal come a cocked up, some big things go happen
Everybody a laugh, say she a witchcraft
She fiend for zombie, with just a rice from a coffin
Talk about how her style extraordinary
Ah, now me no see it, no she no ready
She black like tar, me see her from far
Plus the girl she a bad, like a Ribena Berry, gal
Me pump your blouse, show dem you will penny
Gal love me a tight bun, shit