Dr. Phibbs - I-Roy

Tell me that you’re frozen like whiskey thrown in a bourbon bottle

Or as the father said, you’re as crisp as a bamboo wattle

Well I kinda say, this a the sound you gotta talk to, as I would tell you baby

Kinda sound a make you trackle, as I would say

As I play you exclusive, extraordinary sounds from Jamaica way called the

sidewalk doctor on the scene

Now you can hear Mr. T a-blowing from his saxophone, real keen

So you cats gotta board the train, because I won’t be coming back

When I tell you this sound’s heavy like we’re moving pon one stock,

as I would say

You can hear the words of wisdom I, your brother, would play you on the scene

When I tell you my woman’s hand was as swift as a kitten’s paw

Scrapping her man’s loot and putting her hands on the jaw

Tell you about this kinda woman, as I would say

Teasing and talking out her way, and so pretty like a prophecy, but we draw,

it’s lovely, as I would say, yeah

A woman’s bosom is a red box, be careful brother, you are over tax

I kinda tell you 'bout the sax, as I would play the sidewalk doctor on the scene

Baby, be real keen, folks a-jiggle then a-wiggle from my record machine

Old capital of Jamaica called Spaintown, you know

Blow, Mr. T, to make them free like a bird in a tree, as I would say

Tell you, cat

Sidewalk doctor on the scene, exclusively sound, as I would play you, real keen

So you gotta make the scene and be keen, as I would tell you

Blow, Mr. T, Jamaica free like some kinda bird in a tree

And give them love and unity for I and I

Yeah