A place where there’s no snow.
Full of trees, lots of breeze
In the sun we kick back, relax and chill
Because ‘everything irie’
As the rasta man woulda seh
And there’s no worries
…it’s gonna be alright.
Where else can you go?
To eat a nice lickle dish
Like the ackee and salt fish,
‘Flashout’ and rice
Which is O-so-nice
Or even a roast piece of that famous Trelawney yam
A it mek wi athletes so strong
Where else can you go?
To see VCB, Speedy, Lightening, Fasa
And the lickle pocket rocket on the track
Tapa and Bibi on the ball
“The Don” of West Indies standing tall
And hitting the ball, Smack!! , It’s outta here
Where else can you go?
To watch the ‘Pitchy Patchy’, ‘Cowhead’, ‘Horsehead’ and ‘Belly Woman’
Doing the ‘Jonkunu’
To see people doing the ‘Ska’
And dancing the ‘Dinki Mini’ around the maypole
Undoubtedly setting a platform for some of the dances today
Like the Nuh Linga, Sweep,
To Di Worl, Gully Creep
And Cow Foot
Yes, Cow Foot,
Mi want mi cow foot.
Where else can you go?
To hear sayings like
“Wa sweet nanny goat…”
“Fiya deh a muss muss tail…”
“Hard ears pickney dead a sun hat”…..
Mi granny tell me all a dat
From me lickle teeni weeni and a grow.
Where else can you go?
To hear “Anancy” and
“Black man, White man, Chiney man and coolie man” stories
That have moral principles in them
To guide you in your everyday life
Where else can you go?
To see a people with a mosaic culture
To see a people determined to supersede all
To prove people wrong
To be strong
To be independent
Where else can you go?
Is the question asked
The answer is
Nowhere else but Jamaica.
Written by Dre(D.H.)
