Rumours dem spreadin'
Claim that a sensee me plantin'
But I man a de Don ina de jugglin'
A pure rumours a gwaan
(Rumours a gwaan)
Please Mr. Officer, leggo me hand
You don't know me and you don't understan'
You see me flashin' a criss rental
So you take that me a criminal
Rumours dem spreadin'
I keep a dance jus' to nice up the place
Me buy nuff liquor and red up dem face
Mek man an' man have money to spend
And all de youth them know me a dem friend
Rumours dem spreadin'
Don't matter what, dem nuff jewel mi wear
Caught me pants, it nuh have no tear
Shoes cost a few hundred a pair
An' me have money all through the year
Rumours dem spreadin'
Rumours and rumours
Whole lotta propaganda
Rumours a gwaan
Can't stop it
THIS VOICE! SO distinct, the voice of my childhood. To this day, I have Gregory, and half of the Jamaican singing fraternity and their songs etched permanently into my mind. I know lyrics to songs I don't remember learning but can recall trying to climb my Dad's Jamo 500 speakers topped with his vinyls, as this bass tumped down the WHOLE of our racist street looooooooooool