Song parody of
Immigrants Cry
by Alfred Lloyd
Here's where you get creative! Use our cool song parody creator to make a totally new musical idea and lyrics for the Immigrants Cry song by Alfred Lloyd.
Simply click on any word to get rhyming words suggestion to use instead of the original ones. You may also remove or alter entire lines if needed — when you're done save your work and share it with our community — have fun!
Oonuu think say we come a foreign to a bed a roses,
Oonuu got to think again.
Sometimes it’s rough,
Sometimes it’s tough
Sometimes its ah
Immigrants’ cry, help me wipe the tears from me eye
Miss the piece a rock me say me nah tell no lie
Immigrants cry, believe me you naw get no bly
Blood, sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
Say me left from Jamaica , me gone overseas
With two suitcase and a big bag a dreams
Reach inna America, me check out the scene
Life inna Foreign isn’t all that it seem
Immigrants’ cry, help me wipe the tears from me eye
Miss the piece a rock me say me nah tell no lie
Immigrants cry, believe me you naw get no bly
Blood, sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
Heh, nobody never say me affi walk inna snow
Cover up from head to foot but the breeze still a blow
Me affi punch the clock by a quarter to nine
Like it or not me affi work overtime
Immigrants’ cry, help me wipe the tears from me eye
Miss the piece a rock me say me nah tell no lie
Immigrants cry, believe me you naw get no bly
Blood, sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
In this land of opportunity some choose fast lane
Them get the free ticket and get back pon the plane
Get back pon the rock, Buju take care a that
But a nuff man a suffer up yah, can’t turn back
Immigrants’ cry, help me wipe the tears from me eye
Miss the piece a rock me say me nah tell no lie
Immigrants cry, believe me you naw get no bly
Blood, sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
When you think we deh a foreign with a strong cash flow
Thru you no know whey the money a go
First the tax, then the rent, phone and light bill high
Lord knows a no try we no try
Immigrants’ cry, help me wipe the tears from me eye
Miss the piece a rock me say me nah tell no lie
Immigrants cry, believe me you naw get no bly
Blood, sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
Me miss the breadfruit and the ackee and the piece a roast yam
When things get hot we coulda jump inna pond
And the mango and the coffee and the star apple stain
Not to mention the sweet sugarcane
Oonuu think say we come a foreign to a bed a roses,
Oonuu got to think again.
Sometimes it’s rough,
Sometimes it’s tough
Sometimes its ah
Immigrants’ cry, help me wipe the tears from me eye
Miss the piece a rock me say me nah tell no lie
Immigrants cry, believe me you naw get no bly
Blood, sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
Say me left from Jamaica , me gone overseas
With two suitcase and a big bag a dreams
Reach inna America, me check out the scene
Life inna Foreign isn’t all that it seem
Immigrants’ cry, help me wipe the tears from me eye
Miss the piece a rock me say me nah tell no lie
Immigrants cry, believe me you naw get no bly
Blood, sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
Heh, nobody never say me affi walk inna snow
Cover up from head to foot but the breeze still a blow
Me affi punch the clock by a quarter to nine
Like it or not me affi work overtime
Immigrants’ cry, help me wipe the tears from me eye
Miss the piece a rock me say me nah tell no lie
Immigrants cry, believe me you naw get no bly
Blood, sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
In this land of opportunity some choose fast lane
Them get the free ticket and get back pon the plane
Get back pon the rock, Buju take care a that
But a nuff man a suffer up yah, can’t turn back
Immigrants’ cry, help me wipe the tears from me eye
Miss the piece a rock me say me nah tell no lie
Immigrants cry, believe me you naw get no bly
Blood, sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
When you think we deh a foreign with a strong cash flow
Thru you no know whey the money a go
First the tax, then the rent, phone and light bill high
Lord knows a no try we no try
Immigrants’ cry, help me wipe the tears from me eye
Miss the piece a rock me say me nah tell no lie
Immigrants cry, believe me you naw get no bly
Blood, sweat and tears fi you daily supply.
Me miss the breadfruit and the ackee and the piece a roast yam
When things get hot we coulda jump inna pond
And the mango and the coffee and the star apple stain
Not to mention the sweet sugarcane
