Lyrics Dotish Married Man - Mighty Sparrow

You pick up a Jagabat running wild
You feel like a champ, all you face in smiles
You pick up a sardine running wild
You feeling happy, all you face in smiles
You tell she this kind of life must stop
You put she in a house and you furnish up
Your family don't agree
Because is married you going to married to she

And when you married you playing boss
You get so jealous, you get so cross
But if you plant cassava, you can't get fig
You put a hog in a palace, it still remain a pig
I say you stupid married man
Run and put ring on she hand
You know is horn you goin' get
And when you get it you want to cut off she neck

Well they sick in they head, they ain't got reason
They think that marriage is a medicine
Buying trouble and they making strife
Marry a devil but want an angel for a wife
Everything she was accustomed to
Must stop from the moment she say "I do"
Don't go here, don't do this, shut your trap
And have she belly always big, them girl ain't like that

And when they married they playing boss
They get so jealous, they get so cross
But if you plant cassava, you can't get fig
You put a hog in a palace, it still remain a pig
I say you stupid married man
Run and threw ring on she hand
You know is horn you goin' get
And when you get it you want to cut off she neck

Some of them will have a girl for donkey years
And will abide with her numerous love affairs
She could have man from John John to Tableland
Well they cry to she but want to kill the man
But when they married it's a different score
Licks like fire if she talk to the neighbour next door
Always pulling and tugging she
Like if they get she in a sale at Kirpalani

When they married they playing boss
They get so jealous, they get so cross
But if you plant cassava, you can't get fig
You put a hog in a palace, it still remain a pig
I say you dotish married man
Run and put ring on she hand
You know is horn you goin' get
And when you get it you want to cut off she neck

Whoopsie, mama!

Listen to meh gospel:

Take my advice, I'm sure you will agree
It's you who breaking up your marriage with jealousy
If you see your girl in my Kapitan
Maybe a drop I'm giving she, so don't break she hand
You know it's a wahbeen you married to
So you have to live like a cascadoo
Stay in you shell with no fault to find
You and she is two of a kind

When you married stop playing boss
Stop getting jealous, stop getting cross
When you plant cassava, you can't get fig
You put a hog in a palace, it still remain a pig
I say you stupid married man
Run and threw ring on she hand
Ah man you know is horn you goin' get
And when you get it you want to cut off she neck