Ram Goat Liver (Pluto Shervington) Sunday gone I jump on a minibus I really late but is not my fault when me nearly reach by the terminus I feel the bus come to a halt We lick a ram goat down at the roundabout but just as if that could not suffice a brether run to the bus and start to shout: 'im should a dead, mek wi buy a pound a rice Ram goat liver good fe mek mannish water Billy goat teeth make nice earring fe your daughter curry goat lunch put di bite in you back it make your daughter walk and talk Well the news spread fast like a telegram nobody know where the goat come from We raise a pot a pan from an ironman who sit down deh all along two twos and the pot a boil ... yam and banana ... meanwhile ... ... waters a gaan lick the goat and a take me sip well I pop two belch and I make a sigh I take a walk go outa street But while I waiting down the road fe bum a ride my belly gripe and I start to feel very weak before too long you no haffi ask a running belly like a judgment day everybody in the road a dead with laugh Is then I know that crime will never pay