(lyrics by desmond dekker)
Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Oooh, oooh mi israelites.
Mi wife an ma kids them a pack up an a leave me
"darling" she said "i was yours to be seen"
Oooh, oooh mi israelites
Who am I workin for?
Cho! shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go
I dont wan to end up like bonny and clyde
Oooh, oooh mi israelites
After a storm there must be a calm
Uou catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Oooh, oooh mi israelites
