• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Vida Boa - Caetano Veloso
• Fatty Boo - Faithless
• Fedup - Bounty Killer
• Vatapá - João Bosco
• Wide Boy - Godley & Creme

Lua no mar
Vendo a canoa passear
A vida boa passa do real que há
Coração
Será que tá boa?
Na paz, depois
Depois da paz
Eu quero paz
Aonde o sonho vai, meu sonho vai
Meus sonhos vão
E a parte quente de repente tá na mão
Meu coração
Você que faz a minha vida variar
Tá na luz que passa pelo ar
Passa também pelo seu olhar
Ai, morena, faça o que eu sonhar
Que mágica boa!
Meu amor, cadê você?
Olê, olê, olá
Ê, você, olê, olá
Olê, olá que é pra canoa não virar
E a vida boa na cabeça vadiar
Coração
Será que tá boa?
Na paz depois,
Depois na paz
Eu quero mais
Aonde você vai
Meu sonho vai
Meus sonhos vão
A parte quente que pressente a sua mão
Meu coração
Você que faz a minha vida variar
Tá na luz que passa pelo ar
Passa também pelo meu, seu, olhar
Ai, morena,
Abraça se eu chorar
Que mágica doida!
Meu amor, cadê você?
Olê, olê, olá

Hey, nicknamed Fatty Boo with a name Lisa
She no have no boyfriend, she live up the fridge freezer
Triple chin or facial hair, she favor geezer
Although she friend recommend, certain cream and tease her
She favorite tipple is Bacardi Breezer
Claim she 31 but no one believe her
Love randomer restaurant with she friend Anita
You should meet her, Anita's another big eater
Slipped disc for the waiter then there's always a feature
When they run go carrying food for them two creature
One night she come so much rice she nearly have a seizure
Fall off she chair, licked she head and catch amnesia
Wake up in A and E and bellows she want pizza
(Give me food, ya)
Doctors quickly sign paper and release her
(One time)
Cough, 'nough police to police her
Fatty Boo you better pray nobody sees ya
(This time)
Be careful of the things that you do
Say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few
This is my chance to shout it in other avenue
Say don't you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you, yeah
I said a long time no you start warm as a ripple
Every little dime, every nickel, you are trouble
Watch you're little head, Fatty Boo
And give the dog a bone that could never be for you
Nicknamed Fatty Boo but we call her Mel life
Changed forever when she discovered channel
Now she has a mind to buy designer apparel
She no, favor gazelle but she bounced like hell
Whenever she spya something to die for on the fashion channel
(17 breezer, choom)
And one like Tinker Bell, fatty, big like two church bell in parallel
Cats walk and Mel never match up too well
But fatty was saucy, couldn't be told
She loved margo with her big nick, drifling the cold
She even bolder than the skinny girls, shoulder less
(They're mine)
And admired everywhere from her openness
Microphone check 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2
Be careful of the things that you do
Say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few
This is my chance to shout it in other avenue
Say don't you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you
Yeah, I said a long time no you start warm as a ripple
Every little dime, every nickel, you are trouble
Watch you're little head, fatty boo
And give the dog a bone that could never be for you
Be careful of the things that you do
Say now you've got plenty but the plenty could be few
Yeah, I said a long time no you start warm as a ripple
Watch you're little head Fatty Boo
And give the dog a bone that could never be for you
Be careful of the things that you do
Say now you got plenty but the plenty could be few
This is my chance to shout it in other avenue
Say don't you be a sinner, don't you keep all for you
Yeah, I said a long time no you start warm as a ripple
Every little dime, every nickel, you are trouble
Watch you're little head, Fatty Boo
And give the dog a bone that could never be for you
Finally Fatty Boo you stood with me in '73
Saturday night playing the music at my father's party
6 records on the changer often with Dan Settee
Still your gram 6 years old and I'm the man
Steady with calypso to start then play reggae
One thousand bolts of holts, huh, for everybody
In the days when R&B; meant Arthur Conrey
Otis Reading, Booker T and the MG's
Every, little piece of attention as we tried to squeeze
From the father, his friends and their families
Sometime deliberately tease with the tune that won't please
And the whole room reaction set my young heart at ease
It used to be black suits and shirts with skinny ties
And they was wise and funny and funny and wise
Staying up late and playing the music
With grown ups was my prize
The little fat kid with sparkling eyes

Intro:
Well this one reaching out to all the leaders, and the media,
Well this is Rodney Price aka Bounty Kiler,
The leader for Poor People Government
Chorus
Well poor people fed up to how yuh system sheg up
Yuh issue gun fi wi pickney bus
Pooor people fed up to how yuh system sheg up
Well everyday the ghetto youths dead up
1. Mi ask the leader
Him a di arranger
Wat mek poor people surround by danger?
Fly an the roach an giant mosquita
Sewage water whey fill wid pure bacteria
Unno ever tak a look dung inna di Riverton area
Bactu, and Seaview, Waterhouse, Kentire
Long time the MP him nuh come near yah,
And the nedda one whey claims sey she a counselor
Rob senventy five percent and gi wi quarter
Conquer the land nuh waan fi gi wi a acre
Disconnect mi light an chop off mi water
To the Kings of Kings, well mi know them shall answer
The Lords of Lords well a him a wi sponsor
The lion from Judah dem well waan conquer
The eagle an the bear and the Queen an all daughter
Haile Selassie I mi know the whole a dem after
But them a go guh dung inna flames and water
See Selassie I nuh tek fi fun or laughter
2. Some lost dem roots and figot dem culture
Nuh study the past, dem nuh know the future
Some nuh tek telling, so dem end up so vulgar
Dem don't know Selassie I from Ethiopia
Serious as mi born, nuh tek mi for any joker
Dat same man mek mi hol dem note yah
Mi nuh play dem casino, mi nuh play dem poker
Dem plan fi destroy wi wid the coke an drugs yah
Nuff gravalicious like a damn baracoota
Plan to lick Ronnie Thwaites off a di piece a scooter
Yuh think dem like to see wi inna dem hot car ya
Wid dem hot gal yah a sing dem song ya
Dem song yah stronger than them vial and obeah
Mi a go heng Pope Paul wid da piece a rope ya
Jus because...

Quem quiser vatapá, ô
Que procure fazer
Primeiro o fubá, depois o dendê
Procure uma nega baiana, ô
Que saiba mexer
Que saiba mexer, que saiba mexer
Procure uma nega baiana, ô
Que saiba mexer
Que saiba mexer, que saiba mexer

Everybody knows; he comes and goes
But the smell of his last cigarette still lingers in your clothes
So don't be stupid and naive
He's only playing cupid and no matter what he says he's only skimming up the cream
And he's only stoking boilers while his engine gathers steam
He isn't good enough
He isn't good enough to me
He's only using you
He's only passing through
'Cause he's a wide boy
Sitting in the back row
Necking with his girlfriend
Goin' to a go-go
Wide boy
Really goin' nowhere
Victim of the sixties
Mighty mighty mohair,
Mohair, mohair, mohair, mohair
Everybody knows when the sewer overflows
He'll be the one that always comes upsSmelling like a rose
With one foot in your doorway (and one hand on your heart)
He'll never do it your way
So don't bother with the rubber gloves 'till the Turtle doves find a place to stay
Cos' I saw Expresso Bongo when I was a kid so I know what I'm saying
He isn't good enough
He isn't good enough to me
He's only using you
He's only passing through
'Cause he's a wide boy
Sitting in the back row
Necking with his girlfriend
Goin' to a go-go
Wide boy
Really goin' nowhere
Victim of the sixties
Mighty mighty mohair
Mohair, mohair, mohair, mohair
Wide boy
What is your secret?
Wide boy
You better fill me in
Why are all your suits italian
Is it the way I'm standing
You gotta keep your hand in
Everybody knows, everyone agrees
That you should not go crawling after him on your hands and knees
You're being stupid and naive
And you may just be fallin' for a
Wide boy, wide boy, wide boy
Wide boy
Sitting in the back row
Necking with his girlfriend
Goin' to a go-go
Wide boy
Really goin' nowhere
Victim of the sixties