Inna ya bush I want fi hide me little friend, because I'm inna trouble again, I a love Gwen
Inna ya bush I want fi hide me little friend, Lord, Lord
Well if you were the little man, you will regret nothing
He will wake up in the morning and watch you gardening
Wash off your row, stop and dunk to your earning
And leave you with the day with a satisfied feeling
Oh Lord, Gwen
Inna ya bush I want fi hide me little friend, because I'm inna trouble again, me shout Gwen
Inna ya bush I want fi hide me little friend, because I'm inna trouble again