Pickney Gal - Desmond Dekker, The Aces

I put my money into a condens can

You steal it 'way, give it to your TV man

Come here, pickney gal, come here

Where you think you’re running to

I said to come here, girl, pickney gal, come here

How could you say that I’m not real

Look pon your face, it fayva turn cornmeal

Come here, pickney gal, come here

Where you think you’re running to

I said to come, come here, pickney gal, come here

How could you say I’m not speaking the truth

Look pon your gut, it fayva spoilt jackfruit

Come here, pickney gal, come here

Where you think you’re running to

I said to come, come, come here girl, pickney gal, come here

Do, do, ha-ha, hai, ha-hai, hai

(Repeat 2nd and 3rd verse)

Come, come, come here babe, come here

Come here, lord, pickney gal, come here

Where you think you’re running to

Look, I said, come, come, come, come here, pickney gal, come here…