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Ezra
Got caught with a dozen eggs
I saw Aunt Suzie
Kill the chicken with the bandy leg
Bow wow, bow wow,
Miaow, miaow
"Cluck cluck cluck cluck"

eggs
I saw Aunt Suzey
Kill the chicken with the bandy leg
Bow wow, bow wow,
Miaow, miaow
"Cluck cluck cluck cluck" said the little red hen
"Let's boogie

a spray yow black street
My dub money buy rifle fi watch we
The bandy leg clip fi yuh knock knee
We fire binds like seh we get shot free
Yow Spain town

Sheepshanks, Conrad, No)
Can you guess, can you guess my name?
(Bandy Legs, Balthazar, no, I don't think so)
Can you guess, can you guess my name? I don't think

You don't know who can tell me more
Why my jeans is not good to fit
I've got them in a local store
I know something is wrong a bit
To underline my bandy

So Ima smile for you
That's the least I could do
And don't worry bout the rest of the family
Your great-grandsons got it on lock
Loudmouth bandy leg

Grandma says that hens go moo but that's not what all my hens do 
They go cluck and lay brown eggs and scratch around on bandy legs

Grandpa says that

My brain is made of candy
My face is made of meat
My legs are rubber bandy
My veins all flow with grease, hey!
My throat is really sandy
My nose

at the crossing 
With the same old waitress there
With the crooked nose and the bandy legs 
Pours out the same flat old coffee
I swear it has that nostalgic taste

and clamp weed dunce man wash e duty money bank lobster mi breakfast nuh sandwich dandy pretty girls wid fat pussy legs bandy open fi mi kocky tongue bore

and me legs bandy
As white gal see me yea them want nam me
Full of gal like netball court
Like how stamp full inna me passport

Gal a give me pussy and me

right get a pen

Den again yuh cyan guh si mi everyweh
Bad shirt, a bad jeans
Match wid mi bandy leg
Lef coconut ova desso weh wi bell
'Cause anyweh

legs
They just went bandy
Don't call me andrew
Or ill just get angry

The spirit may still
Flow through this town
But old vale man
Has been and gone

clean like detergent, okay
All of this money on me and I'm certain, I walk and my legs get to hurting, okay
I'm in a Rolls Royce, pop out the curtain,

Poor armadillo on the side of the road
Them short arms and little legs can't help but move too slow
Yeah poor armadillo folks are scared to touch ya

They ain't think that I was the man
Till I pop out with them bands
Now these bitches popping pussy
Shaking ass with one leg in the air
Where her

like a grafter
Backin halfa
Hot Sahara
Get get darker
Hit that leg
Dey all departure
Creep on a man like creeper
Pick up the Blade la repeaper
Bear

a ten stop messing with jokers 
Well I guess it's only right  


Stepped in 
My hair looking Russel Brandy 
But the wad in my jeans looking rubber bandy