Don't start what you can't finish
Not to make me, boy, I feel devilish
Don't start hot, hot and leave me there
I can't stand nothing too halfway
Tonight you have to treat me right
Otherwise I'll go in by sparrow
Come back here and do your work
Me a want no half -baked duck
Don't give me no soft, soft talk
This pressure gon' make me
I didn't want no kind of loving up
So you're quick to start,
You only open up me appetite
And now you want to crawl
and turn on the light, you son of a gun,
come back here and do your work.
Me want to have big luck,
don't give me no softy softy talk,
this pressure gonna make me run
Something must be done, said,
if you have any sense, use your head.
Don't shy, no don't be afraid,
You start up your fire, now put it out
Don't make me have the cause
to choke your tongue out your mouth
Come back here and do your work
Me ain't one who have picked up
Don't give me no softy -softy talk
This pressure gon' make me run
You can't get away, you brute
If you try to run, I'll broke your foot
and don't touch the latch tonight
Tonight you beat your match,
I really thought you were a toro, Fred
and stop hiding below the bed
Come back here and do you up
Me a want no half -picked up
Don't give me no soft, soft talk
This pressure gon' make me run up
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,