Now, ole Mistah Johnson did have troubles a him own Him did have one yella cat weh nah leave him yard, nor him home; Him try and him try fi dash di cat ‘way Him hand it to a bredda weh a travel far, far ‘way But di cat come back pon di very nex day Di same likkle cat, dem tink him did a goner But di cat come back; him cyaah stay ‘way Gimme one “Meow”, gwaan Now, di man roun di cornah swear him woulda drop di cat pon sight So him load up him big twelve wid nail and dynamite; Him siddung and him siddung, a wait fi puss come roun Ninety‑seven likkle piece a di man dem seh dem find pon di groun But yuh know seh…? Di cat come back pon di very nex day Di cat come back, dem did tink him was a goner But di cat come back; him cyaah keep ‘way Gimme one “Meow”, gwaan So him hand it to a dread weh a rise inna balloon Seh, “Carry it go gi di man weh live pon di moon”; But di balloon buss off ‘bout ninety mile ‘way Whe di bredda deh now, mi nah even waan seh But yuh know seh…? Di cat come back pon di very nex day Di cat come back, dem did tink him was a goner But di cat come back; him cyaah keep ‘way Gimme one “Meow”, gwaan So him gi it to a bredda weh a head out West Seh, “Carry dis yah puss go gi di gyal yuh love di best”; Fus di train buck di track, den it jump off rail Nehvah lef one soul fi talk ‘bout di dreadful tale But yuh know seh…? Di cat come back pon di very nex day Di cat come back, dem did tink him was a goner But di cat come back; him cyaah keep ‘way Gimme one “Meow”, gwaan Now, di cat yah did have him own likkle fambily Seven likkle kitten, all a romp and a play; Den Babylan breeze come, big cyclone lick down town Tear down every likkle board, fling di cat all roun Di breeze full a kitten, whole sky full a fur Tail and whisker fly, yuh couldn’t see di groun; Air full a “meow‑meow”, sound sweet like a chant But not even one likkle baby puss dem ever count But di cat come back pon di very nex day Di cat come back, dem did tink him was a goner But di cat come back; him cyaah keep ‘way Gimme one “Meow”, gwaan Sing it all again now, Rasta style Di cat come back pon di very nex day Di cat come back, dem did swear him was a goner But di cat come back; him nah stray ‘way Gimme one big “Meow”, gwaan Louder “Meow”, idren! LOUDEER, SEH “MEOW” FI DI RASTA VIBES! A likkle softer now… Softer “Meow” *meeooww* Softer likkle more *meooww* Softer yet *meoww* Shhh! As quiet as yuh can, star *meow*
