after a storm there must be a calm, they catch me in thefarm, you sound your alarm

[primroseburrows]

Get up in the morning, baked beans for breakfast,
Sold out to every monk and beef-head
Oh...ohhh, me ears are alight
Why find me kids? They buck up and a-leave me
Darling cheesehead, I was yards too greasy
Oh...ohhh, me ears are alight.


Desmond Decker and the Aces - The Israelites