There is a tale that the Island people tell. Don't care if it is true 'cause I love it so well. Jolly Mon sing for his supper every night. The people fed him well 'cause he treated them so right.
(t. b. schmit/w. jennings/b. gaitsch). . When the feeling is lost I can find it. I go down to a street I know. It's a place where they live to unwind it.