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Me be 'avin a good time enjoyin' me boombastic trailer park home.
Den a tornado of Reggae come rollin' down da road.
Reggae Kids with a Reggae attitude.
Hooligans with a passion. My passion.
Reggae

Da flurry of rastafarianism be tearin' up the houses.
Destroyin' mailboxes as dey 'proach me home.
Den, like lightnin' they be in front of me.

We like you, Reggae Reggie
They say
But we be as poor as a washed up Island Boy
I fear for my safety
So we gonna have to rob you

Me pull out a gun n shoot the kids.
****'n chumps tink dey can rob me.
No way Jose.

*******, bad boys

Life went on.
This really happened to me this mornin'
Johnny Noiπ Aug 2018
to get away from annoying & cloying fans; Dylan took a flight down to Jamaica, where he met up w/ Bob Marley who was entertaining Hendrix
taking a break from touring;      Hendrix bringing acid, & learning about Rastafarianism;
they're soon joined by John Lennon
& Ringo & set up in the studio,  proceeding to sit around smoking herb
             & playing music; making **** up,  remaking their classics even
          better &         playing obscure blues tune;
         heading out into daylight after days of this;
Dylan & Marley looking over & seeing no one in the booth,
realize they forgot to bring in a engineer & no one bothered
to turn on the tape recorder;
              I heard this at an High Times party; take it for what it's worth..

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