Parody of “Jamaica Farewell”, words and music by
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Parody of “Jamaica Farewell”, words and music by Irving Burgie
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Down at the market, they sell soap
That makes clothing look like you’ve worked all day.
There’s big brand names, and each one claims
It will get your laundry the grayest gray.
They wear tuxedos to the beach,
Where they wade right in wearing hiking boots.
Once off the street, they turn up the heat,
And do office work in their bathing suits.
The raunchy mix at the children’s flicks
Of offensive words and blood, they say,
Would give a start to the weak of heart,
So those twelve and over are turned away.
Parents enjoy their children’s toys
While the kids are lingering in the bath.
Kids make the rules at their grammar schools,
But cut Little League to do their math.
Construction workers on the job
Endure leers and whistles from passers by.
Office girls shirk requested work,
With a painful pinch on the boss’s thigh.