Reggae do Manêro

If I wear the rolled-up sleeve
My ripped baggy pants show I’m a cool dude

If I head downtown on a Sunday
I just put on a drop of cologne
That stinks up the whole building

Got a round comb, yeah
You ask me, I’ll tell you
I drink rum with the weekend, dancing and enjoying Wando

And I can’t even get up to change the record
An old dude full of scars isn’t good for fanning

I’m eating well at the slow death diner
The cook’s a nasty one
Always wiping her nose on her apron

I’m feeling sick, missing my mom
Oh mom! send me some cash
'Cause I’m in the bathroom
And there’s not even paper to wipe my ass
Oh mom! your son’s a cool guy
Here in this foreign land, no woman
Wants to give me any

I don’t know who buzzed my hair
Clogged the toilet, it’s all backed up
Oh my god!
Oh oh ah ah...uh

You’re so fine
You’re so fine
You’re too damn fine
You’re a cool guy
You’re so fine
You’re so fine
You’re too damn fine
Finer than the whole wide world
(repeat chorus)