Learn Fi Ride

A we come to do something we call "Learn Fi Ride"
Originally by Mr. Cat, the baby
Special request to all bike rider
Whether you're from London, America or Canada
Yay, Lord have mercy, bim
Wa-da-da-ding, wa-da-da-dang-ding, hey
Bong-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-dang-dang, hey
Bong-gi-la-bi-heng-gi-la-ba-ong-ba-day (Wow)
Bong-ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-dang-dang

Learn fi ride, learn fi ride, learn fi ride, ride, ride
Learn fi ride, learn fi ride, learn fi ride, ride, ride

A hundred and fi rider with the gear upon the side
You slip and you will slide, slip up your knee and your side
But-a as a little youth at the age of five
Mi main ambition was to learn how to ride
When mi uncle a ride, mi have fi grip with mi eyes
But upon the lonely road, mi get mi practice sometime
Him show mi the clutch upon the left hand side
Front brake and the gas upon the right hand side
Back brake upon the right fi hold the wheel dem tight
You jook the brakes, Jah Jah, man, the wheel dem will bind
And if the road wet, you will slip and slide
But if the bike's big, you just get the gas line
And use your indicator when you turn every time
You use up your mirror when you all look behind
And-a when you take the corner, you no take it too wide
Go tell them, Mr. Cat, Jah man, him know how fi ride

Learn fi ride, learn fi ride, learn fi ride, ride, ride

Cat a ride the bike with the levy upon the back
A flash 'round the corner and spot a road block
A sight a radio car, a like dem want we fi stop
With two in a di front and mi say three 'round the back
A nozzle push out like dem want fi a shot
Mi tease up fi mi clutch and then mi rev out mi gas
It in a one gear, mi lick it four time back
And when you take a stop, say, we are flying nonstop
But at which part me a go, Jah man, upon the hilltop
Fi cool out a mi gyal a weh dem call Sister Pat
Mi reach a blank road and mi couldn't turn back
Pothole in a di road, mi couldn't ride, mi would a drop
Mi have fi make a rail, Jah Jah, no like a trail
Hanover offense, the general, him never fail
Upon another avenue, mi bike still a sail
And true mi could a ride, mi get the mark for mi trail (Bim)
A for mi trail because mi cyan go a jail 'cah
Mi and mi gyal a go a Ryan Hanover
When mi drive one corner, splash up water
Watch mi bike, it a travel pon two tire, 'cah
'Round a di back, you see mi double muffler (Bim)
Up at di front, you see mi two blinker
You look 'round at mi back, it a di indicator
When mi rev out mi gas, it have fi move harder
Go tell them, Mr. Cat, a A class rider

Learn fi ride, learn fi ride, learn fi ride, ride, ride

Mi ride it from Kingston, mi a go a Portland
And me and mi ting a weh dem call name Sharon
Mi reach a wild jam and then mi buck a traffic jam
Mi draw down in a third and then mi hold mi second
And flick it 'round a bus and dash it 'round a minivan
Bike a kick up in the air a like a damned stallion

Learn fi ride, learn fi ride, fi ride, ride, ride

A three-four, mi ride a with the gear upon the side
You slip and you will slide, slip up your knee and your side
But-a as a little youth at the age of five
Mi main ambition was to learn how to ride
When mi uncle a ride, mi have fi grip with mi eyes
But upon the lonely road, mi get mi practice sometime
Him show mi the clutch upon the left hand side
Front brake and the gas upon the right hand side
Back brake upon the right fi hold the wheel dem tight
You jook the brakes, Jah Jah, man, the wheel dem will bind
And if the road wet, you will slip and slide
But if the bike's big, you just get the gas line
And use your indicator when you turn every time
You use up your mirror when you all look behind
And-a when you take the corner, you no take it too wide
Go tell them, Mr. Cat, Jah man, him know how fi ride

Learn fi ride, learn fi ride, learn fi ride, ride, ride

Learn fi ride, learn fi ride, learn fi ride, ride, ride
Learn fi ride, learn fi ride, learn fi ride, ride, ride