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Police walked in for Jimmie Jazz
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
Oh, you're lookin' for Jimmie Jazz

Yeah I say,
Satta Massa Gana for Jimmie Dread
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
Police come look' for Jimmie Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz

So you're gonna take a message 'cross this town
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
See it gets to Jimmie Jazz, Jazz
Say it! HooooOOOO OoooOO

Well, tell us how;
Police came in they said “Now where is Jimmie Jazz?"
I said, Mmm he was here, but ah hmm he said he went out
Is you're looking for Jimmie Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, Jazz

Yea, Satta Massa Gana for Jimmie Dread
Cut off his ears and they’ll chop off his head
Oh you’re lookin’ for Jimmie Jazz, Jazz, Jazz, JAZZ

What a relief!
I feel like a soldier, look like a thief
It’s Jimmie Jazz

Police are comin lookin for the Jimmie Jazz
He came in and uh he went out
Christ knows they’re lookin’ for, for that Jimmie Jazz
Jimmie Jazz

In fact,
Don't you bother me, not anymore
I can't take this tale, oh, no more
It's all around, Jimmie Jazz, Jazz

Zay, zay, zee-zee, Jay-ay, zed-zed zee-zee-zee
Jay-ay-zed zed Jay-ay-zed zed Jay-ay-zed Jimmie Jazz
And then it sucks, he said, suck that!
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother
And see what you found
But I guarantee you that it ain't your day, your day, it ain’t your day
Chop! Chop!

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