The Captain’s fore-arm like bunched-up rope
with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin’ free on a skull’n’dagger
and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor
etched into his upper…
O o o’ Cabin Fever!
O o o’ Cabin Fever!
Slams his fucken tin-dish down
Our Captain, takes time to crush
Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel
with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush
Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag
and a morbid lump of Love in his flags.
Done is the Missing, now all that remain
Is to sail forever, upon the stain
Cabin Fever! O o o’ Cabin Fever!


The captain’s free-hand is a cleaver
which he fashions his beard, n’ he rations his jerkey!
and carves his peg outa the finest mahagony!
Or was it Ebony? etc…


Tallies up his loneliness, notch by notch
For the sea offers nuthin to hold or touch
Notch by notch, winter by winter
Notch x notch, winter x winter


Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter
O o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever!
O the rollin sea still rollin on!
She’s everywhere! now that she’s gone! Gone! Gone!
O Cabin Fever! O Cabin Fever!


Welcome to his table, Beloved-Unconscious
Raisin her host of hair from her crooks
and strugglin to summony one of her looks!
His arm now like coiled s-s-s-snakes
Whips all the bottles that he’s drunken,
like crystal – skittles about the cabin,
of a ship they’d been sailing


Five years sunken… etc…

Come on go with me, babe
Come on go with me, girl
Baby, let’s go
To the cabin down below

I got a radio
Put it on soft and low
Baby, let’s go
To the cabin down below

Well, I’ve had my eye on you
For a long, long time
I’m watching everything you do
Baby, you’re gonna be mine

Come on go with me, babe
Come on go with me, girl
Baby, let’s go
To the cabin down below

Time’s been moving slow
Since we both got here
Come on slide a little closer
Let me whisper in your ear

Well I got a radio
Turn it on soft and low
Baby, let’s go
To the cabin down below

Oh, baby, let’s go
To the cabin down below
Baby, let’s love
In the cabin down below

Got into a cab, Broadway, 59 Took off like a blast
Almost lost my mind – oh, oh, oh

Cabbies on crack

It first felt like at thrill ride Excited for a while
Got pretty scary swerving at 100 miles an hour – oh, oh, oh

Cabbies on crack
I want to get out, out of this yellow shell
I want to get out, crack cabbies straight from hell

And I don’t wanna die before I live
Cabbies on Cabbies on crack

Cabbies on crack Want my money back
Disco blasting out, Stomach in my mouth – oh, oh, oh

Cabbies on crack

Times Square was approaching He braked for the light
At 90 miles an hour, flashed by, I saw my life – oh, oh, oh

Cabbies on crack
I want to get out, out of this yellow shell
I want to get out, crack cabbies straight from hell

And I don’t wanna die before I live
Cabbies on Cabbies on crack

And I don’t wanna die before I live
Cabbies on Cabbies on crack

Cabbies on crack

Se encoj?, se encoj?
Se encoj? mi caballito

Mi caballo de madera
mi juguete m?s bonito
se le ha da?ado una pata
y se encoj? mi caballito
Navegando r?o abajo
vi jugando un abuelito
me ense?? como curarlo
y bailamos este jueguito

Atenci?n a los pelaos
que ahora va empez? el cuentico
Vamos todos a imitar
lo que haga el caballito (bis)

Uelelei ei ela
Se encoj? mi caballito
Se encoj?, se encoj?
Se encoj? mi caballito

Uelelei ei ela
Camin? mi caballito
Camin?, camin?
Camin? mi caballito

Uelelei ei ela
Galop? mi caballito
Galop?, galop?
Galop? mi caballito

Ay que se encoj? y se encoj?
Se encoj? mi caballito
Ay que se encoj? y camin?
Camin? mi caballito

Uelelei ei ela
Brinc? mi caballito
Ya brinc?, ya brinc?
Ya brinc? mi caballito

Uelelei ei ela
Se enhiel? mi caballito
Se enhiel?, se enhiel?
Se enhielo mi caballito

Uelelei ei ela
Se agach? mi caballito
Se agach?, se agach?
Se agach? como un sapito

Ay que ya brinc? y se enhielo
Se agach? mi caballito (bis)

Egidio con su acorde?n
Tambi?n juega al caballito
Egidio con su acorde?n
Hazlo t? con las manitos

Galopand? vamos ya
Tiqui-taca el caballito
Como lo diga el tambor
lo hacemos con las manitos
Como Gilberth lo toc?
Lo hacemos igualitico

Uelelei ei ela
Se encoj? mi caballito
Se encoj?, se encoj?
Se encoj? mi caballito

Uelelei ei ela
Corri? mi caballito
Ya corri?, ya corri?
Ya corri? mi caballito

Uelelei ei ela
gir? mi caballito
Ya gir? ya gir?
ya gir? mi caballito

Ay que se encoj? y ya corri?
Ya corri? mi caballito
Es que ya corri? y se par?
Se agarr? de las manitos

Y gir? y gir?
Y gir? mi caballito
Gir?, gir?, gir?, gir?
Y gir? mi caballito

Ya cansado mi caballo
ha cerrado sus ojitos
vamos todos a arrullarlo
se durmi? mi caballito

INTRO:
Mi nuh know how dem man yah fi talk bout dem a run di place an how dem a badman
A bleach dem face an a cream dem hair inna tight pants
Bum out dem bumboclaat!

Verse 1
Well I caan believe a how battyman get so bold
Mi caan believe say Rastaman a tun pussyhole
Mi caan believe di little taker dem get so cold
Mi caan believe mi eye, mi caan believe mi eye

Mi caan believe some name mi a hear say a men
Mi caan believe say tight pants come een again
Mi caan believe say gunman an battyman a fren
Mi caan believe mi eye, mi caan believe mi eye

Mi caan believe say battyman a run people place
Mi caan believe di shotta dem a bleach out dem face
Mi caan believe say certain man a come pan wi base
Mi caan believe mi eye, mi caan belive mi eye

Mi caan believe di gal dem a guh the other way
Mi never know Jamaica woulda have so much gay
Mi caan believe di government dem inna foul play
Mi caan believe mi eye, mi caan believe mi eye

Well if smaddi did tell mi mi woulda say a lie
Say certain man and certain man and certain man a guy
Mi see it fi miself water full up mi eye
Da one deh an da one deh a spy

Pussyhole caan believe say gunman a buss murder case
Caan believe say ghetto youth a live certain place
Dem caan believe a we dat stan up side a Mase
Dem Caan believe dem eye, dem caan believe dem eye

Dem caan believe say little from dis dem haffi run
Dem caan believe a we decide when war fi dun
Dem caan believe a we siddung pan certain gun
Dem caan believe dem eye, dem caan believe dem eye

Dem caan believe say ghetto youth a siddung an think
Dem caan believe say ghetto man have Alize a drink
Dem caan believe say Matches Lane and Garden man a link
Dem caan believe dem eye, dem caan believe dem eye

Dem caan believe a how dem deh a farrin an a gaze
Dem caan believe when dem come back an wi a blaze
Dem caan believe how a new tune have di craze
Dem caan believe dem eye, dem caan believe dem eye

From Top

I said see, see, see rider
Oh, see what you have done
I said see, see, see rider
Oh, see what you have done
Oh girl, you made me love you
Now, now, now your lovin’ man has gone

hear what I say

Well, I’m going away, baby
And I won’t be back to fall
Well, I’m going away baby
And I won’t be back to fall
And if I find me a good girl
I won’t, I won’t be back at all

Hear what I say, I said

See see rider,
Oh see what you have done
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Crowd: Jungle Love! Jungle Love! Jungle Love!
Steve: You know you can’t have everything you want, now. You have to leave ’em wantin’ something. (Maniacal laughter)

Well, see, C. C. Rider
Just see what you have done
Lord, Lord, Lord
C. C. Rider, see what you have done
Well, you made me love you
And now I got to move on

Well, I’m goin’
Goin’ away, baby
Yeah, and I won’t be back until fall
Yeah, I’m goin’ away, baby
Won’t be back until fall
And if I find me a good gig
I might not be back at all

Spoken:

Steve: Oh, Bobby, I wonder if you know what I’m talkin’ about.

(Sax Solo)

Steve: Mr. Bobby Mallach

Steve: Believe it’s time to go over to the doctor. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it’s true. We have a doctor of philosophy in the band and whenever we, we need the answer, we have to go over to talk to Dr. Sidran, our musical director. Are you in tonight, doctor?

Ben Sidran: I am in, yes, the doctor is ready.

Steve: Will you take the case?

Ben: I will take the case, it’s an interesting case.

Steve: Okay, thank you.

(Piano Solo)

Steve: I feel much better thank you. Mr. Ben Sidran, Dr. Sidran. Yeah. Courage.

Ben: Courage, forward.

Steve: Well, we want to thank you, ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been a great audience and we have enjoyed playing for you. We want to remind you that we will be back this summer, and we will play Jungle Love then. And we’ll probably be playing something new. We want to give you something to think about, and we hope you’ll come along with us while we think about it, too. Happy Holidays everybody.

Well, I’m gonna get me
Get me a pistol
Just about as long as I am tall
Gonna get me a pistol
Just about as long as I am tall
I’m gonna shoot my agent
And then I’ll catch that cannonball

Come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
Come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
I can’t stand these blues….They’re too much for me

You know special delivery….Return so many line
Ah special delivery….Return too many line
I don’t want no credit….Just let me love you ’til I die

You know some will like to argue, every time they take a drink
I don’t have time to do either one if our love is on the blink
Come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
Put my money on my honey….Cash on delivery

Ah special delivery….Return so many line
You know special delivery return….too many line
Don’t give me no credit….Just let me love you ’til I die….Yeah

You know some will like to argue, every time they take a drink
I don’t have time to do either one when our love is on the blink
Come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
Put my money on my honey….Cash on delivery

Come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
Oh come to me baby….Come to me C.O.D.
‘Cause I can’t stand these blues….They’re too much for me….Oh

Oh baby….Baby….Come on….Make it C.O.D….Come here baby
Oh listen baby….I need you right now….Can’t you come right away
Make it C.O.D….Oh….C.O.D.

Call of a dog, cry of a bitch
Cream of a dream is the cause of the itch
Call of the doctor, cash on demand
If you get enough rope, might even hang

CHORUS:
C.O.D. – care of the devil
C.O.D. – the devil in me
C.O.D. – care of the devil
Care of the devil in me

The curse of love is the cause of the pain
The crime of the day is when you do it again
Call of the doctor, cash on demand
If you give them a finger, they’ll take off your hand

CHORUS
(Down to the devil with me)

Call of the dove, cry of a bitch
The sign of the sinner, the size of his itch

CHORUS

I’m paying, paying, I’m paying C.O.D.
Care of the devil, care of the devil in me
It’s the curse of love

I remember the way when we used to play,
All our troubles seemed so far away,
That was when I lived from day to day,

Do you remember the times,
When all on our minds,
Was having fun,
And catching a buzz,
That was life for you and for me,

Oh-oh-oh I want it back,
Oh-oh-oh I want it back, now,
I’ve got my life to live,

Looking back now at all of my friends,
And asking myself why these times had to end,
Well, I’m older now than I was then,
And it makes no sense to try and deny it,
There’s no use to try and defy it,
That’s the way life goes for you and for me

Oh-oh-oh I want it back,
Oh-oh-oh I want it back, now,
I’ve got my life to live,

Hey

Oh-oh-oh I want it back,
Oh-oh-oh I want it back, now,
I’ve got my life to live,
Right now, right now, right now….