Don’t Touch Me

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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! [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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! [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 4] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 5] 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!