African Ting

Murda! You see!
What goes up, never come down
Cah, true love never die

Tell you 'bout di sound who lead di way
Tell 'em 'bout di sound who lead di way

Cah, Jacqueline a fi mi African ting
Say, say, Jacqueline a fi mi Indian ting
She wear tango dress an' ting
Lord, she wear sandals, slippers an' ting
Chi, watch her with her head, well ramp an' ting
Cah, tell you, Jacqueline a fi mi African ting

Cah, tell you, say, mi dal it (?) ring
Mi hear di little children, dem a shout an' dem a sing
Dem said, a fi mi Jacqueline, a she a carry the swing
Chi, lord, a fi mi Jacqueline, a she a carry the swing
Cah, watch her in a tango skirt an' ting
Say, watch her with her head, well ramp an' ting
Di special in a sandals, slippers an' ting
Chi, lord, a Jacqueline a fi mi African ting (Bimma!)

Cah, said, no trouble fi mi African ting
Chi, lord, you no fi trouble fi mi Indian ting

Cah, tell you, said, a feel mi, little feel mi, I no feel you
Say, say dat, a feel mi, little feel mi, I no feel you
No, no said, no trouble fi mi African ting
Trouble fi mi African ting
Cah, said, she well nice like a sugar an' spice (Bimma!)
She well sweet like a sugar an' corn (Hey-a!)

Cah, said, no trouble fi mi Indian ting
Cah, lord, you no fi trouble fi mi chi-chi black ting
Cah, said, a Jacqueline a fi mi African ting
Cah, said, a Jacqueline a fi mi African ting (Bimma!)

Cah, say, no matter what dem do
An' then no matter what dem say
Cah, let a love go, I beg you, let a love stay

Jacqueline fi mi African ting
Say, say Jacqueline a fi mi Indian ting

Cah, tell you, said, a black is a natural fact
Cah, watch him, said, a black is a natural fact
Cah, talking 'bout a black a fight black for a lolipop
Say, black a fight black for a lolipop
Because dem wasn't on the right track
Cah, so mi said, because dem wasn't on the right track
(You do mi dat!)

But, Jacqueline a fi mi African ting (Murda!)
'Queline a fi mi African ting



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Writer(s): Henry Lawes, Errol Carter, Byron Letts
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