Who Could It Be

I told my baby not to wake me
Not even for a cup of tea

Who could it be now?
Who could it be now?
Who could it be now?
Knocking on the Rastaman's door

I've got to get myself away
And find me a place where I'll be free
City life is getting me down
Even when I sleep I'm wearing a frown

It couldn't be the landlord
Could it be my baby?
I told her not to wake me
Not even for a cup of tea

Who could it be now?
Who could it be now?
Who could it be now?
Knocking on the Rastaman's door

Who could it be now?
Who could it be now?
Who could it be now?
Knocking on the Rastaman's door

I'm in deep meditation
Trying to find myself
Don't need no provocation
It's a minute after twelve

Now who dares to disturb
My tranquility
When I'm meditating
On the Almighty

Who could it be now?
Who could it be now?
Who could it be now?
Knocking on the Rastaman's door

I've got to get myself away
And find me a place where I'll be free
City life is getting me down
Even when I sleep I'm wearing a frown

It couldn't be the landlord
Could it be my baby?
I told her not to wake me
Not even for a cup of tea



Credits
Writer(s): Sly Dunbar, Donald Dennis, Philip Burrell, Jepther Mcclymont
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