Buzzkill in the Bermuda Grass

🇯🇲 “Buzzkill in the Bermuda Grass” (Laid-back lawn care with a sting) [Intro – Spoken over echoey dub effects] Yeah mon… Was a peaceful day… ‘Til dat bee… Come mash up mi vibe… [Verse 1] I was rollin’ through the grass wit’ the sun so high, Pushin’ mi mower, breeze driftin’ by. Feelin’ irie, shirt stickin’ to me chest, Until a likkle tingle come mess up me rest. Buzz-buzz-buzz, right under me tee, Somethin’ crawlin’ that don’t belong on me. I jumped, I twitched, I whirled around, Tryin’ to beat that bee before he take me down! [Chorus] (echoey and chill) Woooaaahhh, bee inna mi shirt, Tryin’ not to scream, but it really hurt. Said “Nudist life might be the truth,” No bee get stuck when ya mow in the nude. Woooaaahhh, gimme dat breeze, No pants, no sting, just cool and ease… Buzzkill, in the Bermuda grass — But naked mowin’? Now dat’s first class. [Verse 2] Mi neighbor laugh, mi dog run away, Mi shirt on fire, like judgment day. Mi pride was stung, mi ribs on blast, Me flopped down fast in the fresh-cut grass. But listen close now, mi have a say — Why we wear clothes on a 30-degree day? Nature don’t care, grass don’t stare, So drop dem shorts and breathe dat air! [Chorus] (add vocal harmony) Woooaaahhh, buzz inna mi zone, Wish I left me cotton T-shirt at home. Ain’t no shame in the way we’re born — Just skin and a smile in the early morn. Woooaaahhh, sing it with pride, Feel the sun on ya backside! Buzzkill, but now I conclude… Life is better when you mow in the nude. [Dub Breakdown – Instrumental with delay effects] 🎶 Buzzz… buzz… buzz… 🎶 Shirt flyin’… flyin’… flyin’… 🎶 Buncha bees… no undies… mow freeeee… [Outro – Spoken] So next time you see me in the yard, Don’t be alarmed if I’m workin’ a little… less hard. I’m just out here… Fightin’ the bees… With nothin’ but confidence… and maybe sunscreen. 🌿🐝🇯🇲 One love… one lawn… one cheek at a time…