Dilly Dally
Brooklyn Funk Essentials Lyrics

I rise each day To yet another shock From dis alarm clock culture.
Every day I wake up to a world that surprises me, or shocks me.

And I miss de sound Of mi big red cock As him beat him chest And crow welcome song To de sun From de fowl shit covered Guava tree pon de hillside.
I miss the sound of the rooster, a sign of a new day starting with the sun rising from a hillside covered in bird dung. This sound is important to me.

And de snooze button allow me five minute More to dream bout ackee and breadfruit. Den I get up and eat a bagel And worry bout mi love handle.
I press snooze to dream just a little bit longer of more satisfying food like ackee and breadfruit. Then, I wake up and eat something less satisfying, a bagel, while worrying about my weight.

Six layers a clothes And termal drawers And I still cold. Another bridge mean more toll.
I wear multiple layers of clothes and thermal underwear, but I'm still cold. Every new bridge is tolled.

And de golden rule Is alternate-side parking.
The rule to abide by is alternate-side parking.

And as de belly get fat Many tings bout Yard dat Used to be just a mere inconvenience Start to look like major incompetence.
As I get fatter, things that used to be minor inconveniences now seem like major failures in Jamaica.

Unscheduled power cut Daily Water lock off Bank pon short staff cause The morning was a little bit rainy. Few telephones Dat′s just how it is Yet everyone know Everyone else business.
Every day there are unscheduled power cuts, water shut-offs, and the bank has too few staff because of a little rain. There are few telephones, but everyone knows everyone else's business.

Well I live in mi building for five years now And mi neighbours dem still don't know me. But solace come from anonymity. And every time I bite de apple De apple swallow me.
After living in my building for five years, my neighbors still don't know me, but I find comfort in the anonymity. However, every time I take a bite of the fruit, it consumes me.

So dem force me to buy A piece of the FBI CIA investment pie. And dem give me a W2 Form in lieu Of a receipt. So now I′m funding a plot To get God shot Or someting like dat.
They have forced me to invest in the FBI/CIA investment pie and have given me only a tax form as proof of purchase. Now, I am somehow funding a plot that supposedly gets people closer to God.

De Korean polish him apples dem clean And arrange dem in stacks of red, gold and green. Say him want Rasta to feel welcome. Seen?
The Korean man polishes his apples and sets them up neatly in red, gold, and green, as if he is hoping to welcome Rastafarian patrons.

Still I yearn for de breeze From de Natty Bay sea As it cool down de sweat pon me back Long to feed dry coc'nut to mi cock.
Still, I yearn for the breeze from the Natty Bay sea that would cool the sweat on my back, and I want to feed my rooster dry coconut.

So I dilly And I dally And I wonder How much longer I can philander Cause each time I bite de apple It swallow a piece of me Still it hard to love de fruit If I never did climb de tree.
So, I am indecisive and unsure of how much longer I can avoid responsibility. Each time I take a bite of the apple, it feels like a bigger part of me is consumed, but it's hard to appreciate the fruit if I never worked to pick it myself.