Yodelay Rasta

A Rastafarian and his yodeling goat travel to Basel, Switzerland to crash the Eurovision party — bringing reggae rhythms and a whole lot of “smoke” they encounter friendly mountain people high on fresh air and accordions. Using an alphorn to “smoke” they created this masterpiece together! 🇯🇲🇨🇭🇯🇲🇨🇭🇯🇲🇨🇭🇯🇲🇨🇭🇯🇲🇨🇭🇯🇲🇨🇭🇯🇲🇨🇭🇯🇲🇨🇭🇯🇲 “Brrrrrrt” “Yah man, let’s go as high as Mount Zion wearin’ goat fur boots, seen?” [Verse 1] I wake up with the sunrise, blessin’ up the skies, Grind my holy herb and let the good vibes rise. Feelin’ so irie, floatin’ like a boat, Then I hit that cloud and… hit a higher note: [Chorus] Yodelay-hee-hooo, Jah know what I do! I’m singin’ from the mountain, with my spliff and stew. Yodelay-hee-hooo, don’t know what’s true— Was it Sensi or Swiss cheese in my ital brew? “Light it up, mi bredren—we climbing straight past the clouds and into Switzerland!” [Verse 2] My dreadlock crew, dem lookin’ confused, “Bredda, what kind of chantin’ is you tryin’ to use?” I say, “Zion call me in a different tone,” Now I’m echoing alpine from the reggae zone! [Chorus] Yodelay-hee-hooo, Jah know what I do! The ganja took me higher, now I moo like a moo. Yodelay-hee-hooo, it’s a holy breakthrough! Even goats in the hills start yodelin’ too! “One puff for Jah… two puffs for the Alps, mi king!” [Swiss Alps Mountain Village Breakdown] [Bridge] 🙋🏽‍♀️Are you okay, mon? 🧙🏽‍♂️Yodelay-ay-ay! 🙋🏽‍♀️That ain’t no psalm, mon! 🧙🏽‍♂️I yodel every day! 🙋🏽‍♀️Where’s your dread, mon? 🧙🏽‍♂️Blowin’ in the bay— 🙋🏽‍♀️With my boots and my flute in a pile of hay! “Skibbi-doobah ganja-goat, yodel-ya mon inna velvet coat!” [Verse 3] Now I tour the village with a rasta horn, Singin’ riddims from Jamaica to the mountain morn. Got a dubplate cut with a yodeling line, Riddim meets the alps and it soundin’ fine! [Final Chorus] Yodelay-hee-hooo, Jah know what I do! I roll one up and sing like a Swiss guru. Yodelay-hee-hooo, let the good vibes spew— Blessed be the ganja… and the yodel too! “Mi head’s already spinnin’—must be halfway to yodel town!” [Serious yodel break while we roll a spliff] “Yah man… you never know what the smoke will bring. Sometimes… it bring a yodel.” “Yah man, that ganja was the holy piff—turned my dread into a mountain riff!” “Brrrrrrt” “Ohhh Jah… I gotta lie down… the goats are yodelin’ back at me, man.”