People Who Think Too Much Before They

Come Back, Come Back, Back To Jamaica Don't You Know We Made A Big Mistaika We Would Be So Sad If You Told Us Goodbye And We Promise Not To Shoot You Out Of The Sky!

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

The Weather Is Here Wish You Were Beautiful.

So I'll Put On My Bob Marley Tape And Practice What I Preach Get Jah Lost In The Reggae Mon As I Walk Along The Beach

It's Not The Tales Of Stephen King That I've Read, I Need Protection From The Things In My Head . . .