Lyrics
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites, sir
I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites
My wife and my kids, they pack up, wanna leave me
Darling, she said I was yours to be seen
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites
My shirt is a-torn and trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites
Now after a storm there must be a calm
I found you in the barn, you sound the alarm
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites
What I say now?
Mmm, now what I say now?
And do the reggae, reggae now, yeah
I get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites, sir
My wife and my kids, they pack up, wanna leave me
Darling, she said I was yours to be seen
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites
My shirt is a-torn and trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites
Now after a storm there must be a calm
I found you in the barn, you sound the alarm
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites
A what I say?
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites
I got to say
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites
A what I say now?
Oh, oh, oh, the Israelites, yeah
Say oh, oh, oh, the Israelites
