| lyric | What a Saturday night!
Oh Lord!
What a Saturday night!
1. Carrry me ackee to a Linstead Market
not a quatty would sell,
oh ackee, carry me ackee to a linstead Market,
not a quatty would sell.
Oh Lord, not a mite, not a bite,
what a Saturday night, oh Lord,
not a mile, not a bite,
what a Saturday nicht!
2. Everybody come a feel up,
feel up, not a quatty would sell,
oh ackee, everybody come a feel up,
feel up, not a quatty would sell.
3. Make me call louder, louder: ackee, ackee!
Red and pretty dem tan, oh ackee,
Lady, oh buy your sunday morningn breakfast,
rice and ackee nyam gran’. |