paroles de chanson Don't Touch Me - The Mighty Sparrow

Brethren and sistren
We are gathered here
In this very room
While out there is a multitude
To do evil!
It is said that evil and Maljoes
Shall live after him

Well a man can't walk in town
With them criminals going 'round
I say a man can't walk in town
With them criminals going 'round
Yes they pick you pocket, they stab you in the back
If you try to make noise, the whole gang attack
They beat you soft and Boysie you with cough
Then the magistrate let them off

I ain't meddling with nobody
Nobody should trouble me
I ain't making joke with nobody
They ain't bound to make joke with me
I ain't arguing with you and I ain't quarreling with you
I can't fight on the whole
But if you lash me - may the Lord have mercy on your soul!

It's a collection!
Ring the bell!
A silver collection, not coppers!
Not coppers!

I does 'fraid to walk the street
I don't know which gang I go meet
They have no understanding
It's money or your life they demanding
So you give them your money, you ain't playing tough
Still they bust your face because the money never 'nough
Don't mind what people say it's happening everyday
You better start seeing things my way

I ain't meddling with nobody
Nobody should meddle me
I ain't making joke with nobody
They ain't bound to make joke with me
I ain't arguing with you and I ain't quarreling with you
I can't fight on the whole
But if you lash me - may the Lord have mercy on your soul!

Hallelujah!
Ring the bell!
A silver collection!

If you think I'm telling lie
Put on a jacket and a tie
Hold you brief case in you hand
Make people think you is a big big business man
Man, they lock you neck, you can't make a note
And if you sneeze - whoops, they cut you throat
Yes, and if you drop one cold
It's you the police want to hold

I ain't meddling with nobody
Nobody should trouble me
I ain't making joke with nobody
They ain't bound to make joke with me
I ain't arguing with you and I ain't quarreling with you
I can't fight on the whole
But if you lash me - may the Lord have mercy on your soul

Who preach the Gospel!
So it goes with Him, no wonder!
Now give me a silver collection!
Not coppers!
Yeah, mon!

You could talk all what you want
Talk don't get me ignorant
You could tell me ah ugly
You could even say I resemble Melody
It's a gross insult but I wouldn't get mad
Although I know you really hit me hard
The only thing to make me bring out me Cannon
Is when you raise you hand

I ain't meddling with nobody
Nobody should meddle me
I ain't making joke with nobody
They ain't bound to make joke with me
I ain't arguing with you and I ain't quarreling with you
I can't fight on the whole
But if you touch me - may the Lord have mercy on your soul

Hallelujah!
Ring the bell!
Mother Superior!
Ring the bell!
Go back, go back, go back!
A silver collection!
OK, Sister Marjorie!
Ring the bell!
Make a silver collection!