The Beat - Spar Wid Me

In a me yard,
You noh fe gwan like you hard.
In a me yard in a me yard.

Dats why you,
spar wid me,
I you have to pray to de Lord.
In a me yard.
Dats why you,
Spar wid me,
I hope you will agree noh
climb up in de tree like a chimpanzee,
Spar wid me, spar wid me.
Cho Lord,
A man ah should always feel free.
Malegego,
Malegego malegego malegego.

Woy,
Me seh me a littla darta.
By de name of Marge,
She says to me you are de one in charge.
Tek out de car out of de garage.
Denme drive her all the way down to de barge.

Dats why she,
Spar wid me, spar wid me.
I don’t want to see your bad company
Spar wid me, spar wid me.
Cho Lord,
A man ah should always feel free.

You bredda Matt noh bopther gwan lik a rat.
Because de rat him get a bend up by de cat
You sister Pat noh bother gwan like dat.
Because we all know dat Elvis died fat.

So you fe,
Spar wid me, spar wid me.
I don’t want to see your bad company
We need technology so,
Spar wid me spar wid me,
Spar wid me.

rotating head

Rotating head, keeps on the right side
Coiled up and tense remains on the lookout
Expects to be shot or get given the bullet.
Rotating head tries to
look on the bright side of things.

Rotating head, friends in high places
No need to guess what he’s got in that briefcase
A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle.
The rotating head tries to
stay on the right side of things,
On the right side of things.

Living on tip-toe,
Waiting for the next step,
The wages of death
What a life for a swivelhead.

Understand, underhand, underarm protection
Each new passer-by a new wave of suspicion.
In less than an hour the plane will be leaving
The lights and the cameras
Then sleeep on a prayer and a wing
Rotating.

Living on tip-toe,
Waiting for the next step,
The wages of death
What a life for a swivelhead.

Rotating head look on the bright side
Colied up and tense remains on the lookout.
A mind like a gin-trap, one swollen ankle.
The rotating head tries to stay
on the right side of things,
That’s the right side of things.