Dat Is Horrors

Oh, Lord, Daddy Sorrows
Oh, God, Daddy Sorrows

She left me stranded just because I can't spend for Christmas
Daddy Sorrows
Daddy Sorrows
She pick up all the children and she gone
I can't stop she, man, she on a bread sea
Three months ago, I make her five days
But I feel for this new year, I go make her five years

All you man ain't care
I mean to say you're no man of the mighty, pogo
And with me, I want me bread
To come up on me tread
Me, I don't know why, fi see ya, it's paper
Red paper, green paper, purple paper, grey paper
And paper paper, one big paper

You think what this woman want?
Champagne, vodka and whiskey
Apple, fig, nuts and grapes
Santa, stockings and chimney
Big fridge, carpet and drapes
No way I could do for she
So no ginger beer, no sorrel
I want English cider, if you please
No homemade wine or no black cake
Nah, it's cognac and strawberries
It's time we woman must get some sense
And put all you man in expense
And to boot is not me to blame
Because all you go left me just the same
All you man ain't care

Oh, Lord, Daddy Sorrows
Oh, Lord, Daddy Sorrows
Oh, Lord, Daddy Sorrows
Oh, Lord, Daddy Sorrows
Oh, Lord, Daddy Sorrows
Oh, Lord, Daddy Sorrows