Rude Boy
Bob Marley Lyrics


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No water can quench my thirst
I'm in bed send me a nurse
I'm thirsty thirsty Lord o' Mercy
Ooh we, other? the bottle, sweeter the victory
I've got your love, the power of your glory
Aah, Ooh yeah, trillin' me, alright
Can't judge a mother by the ? of the father
Can't judge a book by the ? on the cover Read me read me baby

No water can quench my thirst
I'm in bed, need a nurse
Can you understand
Do you understand me baby

I've got a bottle, sweet the victory
I've got your love, the power of your glory
Aah, Ooh we, alright
You've got your love and I've got mine
Can't you ? they work fine Do you believe me, baby, get it up baby




Break it back, turn it loose
What in heaven baby it got to choose

Overall Meaning

In the song Rebel's Hop, Bob Marley expresses his thirst for spiritual fulfillment and connection to a higher power. He emphasizes that no amount of physical sustenance can satisfy this thirst, and that only a divine force can bring him the peace and strength he needs. The mention of a nurse suggests that he is unwell, potentially referring to a spiritual sickness that can only be cured by a spiritual healer.


Marley then speaks about the power of love and glory, suggesting that these are the ultimate sources of strength and victory. He acknowledges that people may judge others unfairly based on their appearances or backgrounds, urging them to be open-minded and not to judge a book by its cover. He encourages his listeners to read him, to truly understand him and his message.


Line by Line Meaning

No water can quench my thirst
My desires are insatiable.


I'm in bed send me a nurse
I'm weakened and cannot do it alone.


I'm thirsty thirsty Lord o' Mercy
I yearn for spiritual renewal and strength.


Ooh we, other? the bottle, sweeter the victory
The bigger the challenge, the greater the reward.


I've got your love, the power of your glory
Love and faith give me strength and purpose.


Aah, Ooh yeah, trillin' me, alright
I am deeply moved and inspired by my faith and love.


Can't judge a mother by the ? of the father
Do not judge others by the actions of their family members.


Can't judge a book by the ? on the cover
Do not underestimate or judge someone based on their appearance.


Read me read me baby
Understand me and accept me for who I am.


You've got your love and I've got mine
We all have different beliefs and sources of strength.


Can't you ? they work fine Do you believe me, baby, get it up baby
You may not understand my methods, but they work for me.


Break it back, turn it loose
Let go of your limitations and embrace your potential.


What in heaven baby it got to choose
Why look to others for direction when we have all we need within ourselves?




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Written by: JAN SCOTT WILKINSON, MARTIN NOBLE

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Why.. why.. why.. why..

Shoobe-doobe-do-by dey.
Shoobe-doobe-do-by dey.
Shoobe-doobe-do-by dey.
Shoobe-doobe-do-by dey.

Walk the proud land, my friends (with me).
Walk the proud land, my friends (with me).
Walk the proud land, my friends (with me).
Walk the proud land, my friends (with me).

Me want you come wheel an' turn me.
Me want you come wheel an' turn me.
Me want you come wheel an' turn me,
Fi go lick a mi head 'pon you tambourine.
I've got to keep on movin'.
I've got to keep on movin'.
I've got to keep on movin'.
I've got to keep on movin'.
I've got to keep on movin'.

Wanti wanti cyaan get it, an' getti getti no want it.
Wanti wanti cyaan get it, an' getti getti no want it.

Gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little soul, oh Lord.

Rude boy rob, rude boy scrob I.
Rude boy rob, rude boy scrob, ah.

I've got to keep on movin'.
I've got to keep on movin'.
I've got to keep on movin'.
I've got to keep on movin'.
I've got to keep on movin'.

Ska quadrille, ska quadrille.
Ska quadrille, ska quadrille.

Why.. why.. why.. why..

Wanti wanti cyaan get it, an' getti getti no want it.
Wanti wanti cyaan get it, an' getti getti no want it.

Gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little soul, oh Lord.
Gimme little soul, oh Lord..



All comments from YouTube:

thecountofbasie

OH YEAH...this is a ska classic...and a Wailers classic as well...so glad to see so many people that appreciate just how great their early sides were...thanks for sharing

Pop Life

The Internet 🌐 🎉brought it all out🎉

Christopher Hanson

R.I.P. Bunny Wailer. The trio is finally reunited again.

Bernard Cuthbert

No Doubt. I Said The Same Thing.

YN DG

The three little birds are back singing to the morning sun… All praises to JAH!🤙🏾

mrbassman4

Such a great song Awesome harmonies, catchy lyrics, all over a ska beat Truly one of the best

flimbambo

Love this. Lovely harmonies. Marley's ska heritage.

Park

nothing makes me feel better than old ska tunes

S Z

I am at the beach in Cancun listening to this right now ... and feeling them rude boway vibes ... Rude boway is a mentality my friends ❤️👑❤️

Antonio Carlos

Aí é o trio Bob Marley Peter Tosh e bunny wailer 👋🏼👏🏼👋🏼👏🏼

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