RED, BLUE AND A LIKKLE TUPS A WHITE…………. TO DI FULLEST……….A WHEY UNO HEAR BOUT?
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies asleep in…
EVERYBODY WAA BRUCK BACK NOW SHE BRUCK BACK , WALL AND ALL DI PEOPLE DEM ROUN SHE
A NEW RERD IS COMING CHUH CHOOOOOOOOOOO