My uncle's Sonny never cease to amaze me Since he pick up this indian behti live in Caroni What she give him to eat I really don't know Every ten words he speak bet yuh life nine is bout Golo He start practising African tradition He tell he-self he's true true indian (aye dang dun dye dae, aye dang dun dye dae, aye dang dun dye dae, dye dae)
He stop eating bread he eating roti Doesn't wear no jeans he wearin doti Throw way he hat and wearing turban An he showing up with he indian woman At an indian wedding if you see uncle dancing When the tassa hit him he shoutin
[verse 2] Ah do know if this golo working obeah or black magic But whatever she doing she have him tie up with it An' anything uncle do this Golo must sanction Ah don't know what in the world is really wrong with this man He don't want to hear no Kaiso by Sparrow Is either Nar or Sundar Popo
(aye dang dun dye dae, aye dang dun dye dae, aye dang dun dye dae, dye dae)
Don't beat iron again for carnival All around the town ah see him with ah Dhantal Pagwa Festval he with the chowtal band And throwing ah beer on he good friend Ramadan In Ramleela Festival, you should see him carry on When they burning Rhawan he shoutin
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Now leh we go
Man if you see this golo she smooth like a ripe tomato But that eh no reason for meh uncle to get on so The woman possess a dynamic body Anyway that she pass yuh could see people staring at she Uncle doesn't let she out of he eye sight And he always quick to pick for a fight (aye dang dun dye dae, aye dang dun dye dae, aye dang dun dye dae, dye dae)
Ah time in ah bazarre in Arima Uncle buss a man head with a lohah The man made a comment bout golo figure Right away uncle nearly commit murder In front of the magistrate, uncle demonstrate How much trouble he could make, if they take