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Gonna buy me a condo.
Gonna buy me a Cuisinart.
Get de wall-to-wall carpeting.
Get de wallet full o' credit cards.
I gonna buy me a condo.
Never have to mow the lawn.
Gonna get me the T-shirt
With the alligator on.
Wo-o-o, used to live in Jamaica,
But I don't live dere no more.
Had to change me lifestyle,
Do t'ings I never done before.
So now I'm just a lonely Rastaman,
Living in dis American town.
Gonna sell me Bob Marley records,
Gonna get me some Jackson Browne.
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Wo, gonna cut off me dreadlocks,
T'row away all me ganja.
I'll have a Tupperware party,
Maybe join me a health spa.
I'll get a bowl of plastic fruit,
And a microwave oven too.
Then I'll have the neighbors over
For a weenie barbecue.
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Ain't gonna work in the field no more.
Gonna be Amway distributor.
Ain't gonna work in the field no more, no, no.
Gonna be Amway distributor.
(Jah) Jah, jah, jah,
Life is so very hard,
I need a (jah) jah, jah, jah
Jacuzzi in my backyard.
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What you say?
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What you say?
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