'mama say
Son, I ain't got no food today
Tit for tat, butter for fish
There's a little porridge in the dish
Mama say
Son, you've got to stay home today
There's a hole in the roof
You've got to make it waterproof
Son, daddy left you were from you were four
I've got to struggle 'cos I am poor
She said, food is a very hard thing to find
Sometime I feel like I'm going out of my mind
Mama say
Son, today look like a rainy day
But the food I ain't got enough
Rain a fall but dutty tough'