[Verse 1: Toasting dancehall male lead, dancehall, toasting] Friday evening by the bar on the corner Table under the mango tree, me and my partner Mister Linton, seventy, never say a word Smoke him pipe, read the paper, quiet like a bird Then the town champions pull up in a red car Gold chain, loud mouth, say them a superstar Slam the bones on the table, say who want to play Old man, you sure you can see the dots today Linton just nod and him wash the bones slow Seven each, pull the pair, now we ready fi go [Hook: Toasting dancehall male lead, dancehall, full voice] Slam it down, six love, crawl under the table Old man never chat, but the old man able Clack, clack, every bone a talk to we Six love, six love, from the old man and me [Verse 2: Toasting dancehall male lead, dancehall, quicker] First game, champ slam the double six loud Talk bout him a king and him play to the crowd Linton count the table with him eyes half shut Know every bone in the champ hand by the way him strut Champ pass on the fours, so the old man block Champ hand full of fours and him staring at the clock Second game, third game, them a sweat in the heat Crowd come round from the bar and them standing on seat Fourth game, fifth game, now the champ get vex Say the old man cheating, check him sleeve, check him specs Linton no say nothing, just him tap the table twice Then him slam the last bone like a roll of the dice [Bridge: Toasting dancehall male lead, patter burst, quick-tongue patois over every slam] Six love, six love, nobody score Champion a crawl pon the dirty floor Gold chain a drag inna the dust and the grass Whole yard a laugh as the champion pass Old man nah grin and him nah celebrate Him just fold up the paper and him wait [Verse 3: Toasting dancehall male lead, dancehall, victory toast] Champ crawl out the far side with him knees all brown Red car start up and them drive out of town Bar man ring the bell and the drinks on the house Old man in the corner still quiet as a mouse Then Linton stand up, put the pipe in him teeth Three words only: same time next week Whole yard hold the breath and then the whole yard bawl Seventy years old and him never talk at all [Final Hook: Toasting dancehall male lead, dancehall, full voice] Slam it down, six love, crawl under the table Old man never chat, but the old man able Clack, clack, every bone a talk to we Six love, six love, from the old man and me [End]
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