I'm dancing off each year, rice and peas and beer
I'm not with you but the thoughts have a flair
One of a kind, this gem is rare
I just give glory, I don't bend and tore
Report all out the port, I don't tell and told it
And the plain land tomorrow
In a place with bricks and snow
Miss Juicy, I have six shows
One year, so one week, that's all
Short man, this is what you call growth
May have people that scream