Dilly Dally Songtext
von Brooklyn Funk Essentials

I rise each day
To yet another shock
From dis alarm clock culture
And I miss de sound
Of mi big red cock
As him beat him chest
And crow welcome song
To de sun
From de fowl shit covered
Guava tree pon de hillside

And de snooze button allow me five minute more
To dream bout ackee and breadfruit
And I get up and eat a bagel
And worry bout mi love handle


Six layers a clothes
And termal drawers
And I still cold
Another bridge mean more toll
And de golden rule is
Alternate-side parking

And as de belly get fat
Many tings bout Yard dat
Used to be just a mere inconvenience
Start to look like major incompetence
Unscheduled power cut
Daily
Water lock off
Bank pon short staff cause
The morning was a little bit rainy
Few telephones
Dat′s just how it is
Yet everyone know
Everyone else business

Well I live in mi building for five years now
And mi neighbours dem still don't know me
But solace come from anonymity
And every time I bite de apple
De apple swallow me


So dem force me to buy
A piece of the FBI
CIA investment pie
And dem give me a W2
Form in lieu
Of a receipt
So now I′m funding a plot
To get God shot
Or something like dat

De Korean polish him apples dem clean
And arrange dem in stacks of red, gold and green
Say him want Rasta to feel welcome
Seen?

Still I yearn for de breeze
From de Natty Bay sea
As it cool down de sweat pon me back
I long to feed dry coc'nut to mi cock

So I dilly
And I dally
And I wonder
How much longer
I can philander
Cause each time I bite de apple
It swallow a piece of me
Still it hard to love de fruit
If I never did climb de tree