Dr. Phibbs

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I-Roy - R&B, Jamaica

Dr. Phibbs

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Tell me that you're frozen like whiskey thrown in a bourbon bottle Or as the father said, you're as crisp as a bamboo wattle Well I kinda say, this a the sound you gotta talk to, as I would tell you baby Kinda sound a make you trackle, as I would say As I play you exclusive, extraordinary sounds from Jamaica way called the sidewalk doctor on the scene Now you can hear Mr. T a-blowing from his saxophone, real keen So you cats gotta board the train, because I won't be coming back When I tell you this sound's heavy like we're moving pon one stock, as I would say You can hear the words of wisdom I, your brother, would play you on the scene When I tell you my woman's hand was as swift as a kitten's paw Scrapping her man's loot and putting her hands on the jaw Tell you about this kinda woman, as I would say Teasing and talking out her way, and so pretty like a prophecy, but we draw, it's lovely [?], as I would say, yeah A woman's bosom is a red box, be careful brother, you are over tax I kinda tell you 'bout the sax, as I would play the sidewalk doctor on the scene Baby, be real keen, folks a-jiggle then a-wiggle from my record machine Old capital of Jamaica called Spaintown, you know Blow, Mr. T, to make them free like a bird in a tree, as I would say Tell you, cat Sidewalk doctor on the scene, exclusively sound, as I would play you, real keen So you gotta make the scene and be keen, as I would tell you Blow, Mr. T, Jamaica free like some kinda bird in a tree And give them love and unity for I and I Yeah Play the flute, as I would tell you, brothers, I would say Let me see your smiles on your face like the commercial TV Kinda way, gotta take no break for no rehearsal, like I would say Sidewalk doctor on the scene, as I would tell you, exclusive instrumental [?] as I would tell you, gotta socialize And kinda now and then, you gotta realize, you know Exactly what the brother got to say Sound a coming down Jamaica way Tell you Bow, you cats got to hear one sax, as I would tell it to you Got to hold your rake and really no fake, you got to give and take, the sidewalk doctor on the scene, you got to be keen, as I would tell it to you

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  • I-Roy