Pickney Gal
Desmond Dekker Lyrics


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I put my money into a condens can
You steal it 'way, give it to your TV man
Come here, pickney gal, come here,
Where you think you're running to
I said to come here, girl, pickney gal, come here

How could you say that I'm not real
Look pon your face, it fayva turn cornmeal
Come here, pickney gal, come here,
Where you think you're running to
I said to come, come here, pickney gal, come here

How could you say I'm not speaking the truth
Look pon your gut, it fayva spoilt jackfruit
Come here, pickney gal, come here
Where you think you're running to
I said to come, come, come here girl, pickney gal, come here
Do, do, ha-ha, hai, ha-hai, hai

(Repeat 2nd and 3rd verse)

Come, come, come here babe, come here
Come here, lord, pickney gal, come here,




Where you think you're running to
Look, I said, come, come, come, come here, pickney gal, come here...

Overall Meaning

Desmond Dekker's song Pickney Gal is a call to a young girl, who seems to have it all figured out, to come back to reality. The song's lyrics suggest that the pickney gal has strayed away from her roots and has become too dependent on television and has a twisted sense of what is true, and what is not. The opening verse talks about how Dekker put his money into a condens can, only for the pickney gal to steal it and give it to her "TV man" insinuating that she is too caught up with being on the TV or consuming media in general.


In the following verses, Dekker goes on to question the pickney gal, asking her to come back to reality and to look at herself in the mirror. He tells her that her face looks like it has turned to cornmeal (a Jamaican staple food made of coarsely-ground maize), while her gut looks like a spoilt jackfruit (a fruit commonly found in Jamaica). The suggestion is that her consumption of media has caused her to neglect herself in the real world.


Line by Line Meaning

I put my money into a condens can
I deposited my money into a container for safekeeping


You steal it 'way, give it to your TV man
You took my money and gave it to the television repairman


Come here, pickney gal, come here,
Hey, little girl, come here


Where you think you're running to
Why are you trying to escape?


I said to come here, girl, pickney gal, come here
I told you to come here, young girl


How could you say that I'm not real
Why are you claiming that I'm fake?


Look pon your face, it fayva turn cornmeal
Your face looks like it's made of cornmeal


How could you say I'm not speaking the truth
Why are you saying I'm lying?


Look pon your gut, it fayva spoilt jackfruit
Your stomach looks like it's full of rotten jackfruit


Do, do, ha-ha, hai, ha-hai, hai
Joyful sounds of music and laughter




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: DESMOND DEKKER

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Comments from YouTube:

@mikelock4247

Brings back memories of when I was a 14 year old skinhead.

@mildredmunozgutierrez6936

Que canción tan buena y ese ritmo tan especial del ska que hizo ese genio llamado desmond dekker me gustó desde que la escuché en 1970

@mikelock4247

Desmond Dekker's best song.

@amandashare1281

Love this song, I was 14 when this song was released and used to dance to it all the time with my friends, loved Desmond and still do!

@michaellock9618

I met Desmond Dekker in St George's Hall in Exeter back in 1985. He sang this one, very good for skanking to. Shame that he is gone now.

@normanosborne7367

I LIKE HOW HE TOOK FULL CONTROL OF THIS VINTAGE CLASSIC.....R.I.P DESMOND DEKKER.

@anibalzapatazapata564

Esta canción la escuché por primera vez, creo que en 1969, tenía 4 años, recuerdo que a mis hermanas mayores les gustaba y la bailaban. Hoy tengo 57 y la escuho con mucho amor. Me costó más de 20 años encontrarla, no sabía su nombre, hasta que el azar o quizas el deseo de oirla me llevo hasta élla.

@marielamorales5768

Hola anibal, a mi tambien me encanta esta cancion, y sabia que se llamaba "muchacha audaz",hasta que por fin la encontre,la bailaba bastante,en mi juventud,y hoy a mis 63 años,me sigue gustando, ja ja ja,saludos!!💃💃💃

@SoulStylistJukeBox

Memories of my mum playing this when I was a child

@leecrosbie1823

Sounds of my childhood too. My mum loves it too.

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