Woman Piabba Songtext
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Woman Piabba Songtext
The other day I saw a lady was selling
And I wanted something to eat
I thought she′d have a banana, a bulla and pea
But I step back when I meet her
She have a basket full of different weed
She was crying out like she mad
She have a man piabba, a woman piabba
Downtown crawling and a lemon grass
Mumu root, gully root, granny backbone
Dead man get up and live on to morn'
Corailla bush, deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance weed
But the only weed she never have
Was my colly weed
That old lady was so plainly
Trying to let me understand
Man piabba bush can really full your belly
But you have to cook it in a black pan
A little sugar, little salt, little nutmeg
A little touch of everything
She have a man piabba, a woman piabba
Jacob ladder and a duppy krutchit
Mumu root, gully root, granny backbone
Dead man get up and live on to morn′
Corailla bush, deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance weed
Say the only bush she never have
Was my colly weed
(.)
That old lady she was so plainly
Trying to let me understand
Man piabba bush can really full your belly
But you have to cook it in a black pan
A little sugar, little salt, little dreadnut milk
A little touch of everything
She have a man piabba, a woman piabba
Sweet sweet munu wan a granny cratch-cratch
A belly full and the kusum weed
Dead man get up and live on to morn'
Corailla bush, deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance weed
Say the only bush she never have
Was my colly weed
She have a man piabba, a woman piabba
Jacob ladder and a duppy krutchit
Mumu root, gully root, granny backbone
Dead man get up and live on to morn'
Corailla bush, deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance weed
Say the only bush she never have
Was my colly weed
She have a man piabba, a woman piabba
Sweet sweet munu wan a granny cratch-cratch
A belly full and the kusum weed
Dead man get up and live on to morn′.
And I wanted something to eat
I thought she′d have a banana, a bulla and pea
But I step back when I meet her
She have a basket full of different weed
She was crying out like she mad
She have a man piabba, a woman piabba
Downtown crawling and a lemon grass
Mumu root, gully root, granny backbone
Dead man get up and live on to morn'
Corailla bush, deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance weed
But the only weed she never have
Was my colly weed
That old lady was so plainly
Trying to let me understand
Man piabba bush can really full your belly
But you have to cook it in a black pan
A little sugar, little salt, little nutmeg
A little touch of everything
She have a man piabba, a woman piabba
Jacob ladder and a duppy krutchit
Mumu root, gully root, granny backbone
Dead man get up and live on to morn′
Corailla bush, deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance weed
Say the only bush she never have
Was my colly weed
(.)
That old lady she was so plainly
Trying to let me understand
Man piabba bush can really full your belly
But you have to cook it in a black pan
A little sugar, little salt, little dreadnut milk
A little touch of everything
She have a man piabba, a woman piabba
Sweet sweet munu wan a granny cratch-cratch
A belly full and the kusum weed
Dead man get up and live on to morn'
Corailla bush, deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance weed
Say the only bush she never have
Was my colly weed
She have a man piabba, a woman piabba
Jacob ladder and a duppy krutchit
Mumu root, gully root, granny backbone
Dead man get up and live on to morn'
Corailla bush, deevy-deevy granchon
And the old compellance weed
Say the only bush she never have
Was my colly weed
She have a man piabba, a woman piabba
Sweet sweet munu wan a granny cratch-cratch
A belly full and the kusum weed
Dead man get up and live on to morn′.
Writer(s): Winston Watson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
