Celeci-I, from King Street to parade, loot and fire, hustle a string out on the street.
Fire burn, you tell up food fi hit.
Every juvenile want a gun, young girls don't janky buying fi di fun.
But a just a dum-dum-dum, a just a dum-dum-dum.
No man to di dunning farm, a be a dum.
Karna man a plow dung.