Oh, the outside nation too botheration It's them that bringing thisplace starvation Put them outta me lan' Before I take a drive in the prison band Oh, believe me, I don't know what to do With them Grenadian and Carriacou Oh, when they gets a dollar a week Believe me, they will think that they win a sweep Oh, this is a thing I can't understand The people come In me native land Cut down alla me pay and what you think They baffling on me today Oh they come in here just like stinging ants Some of them in they gun-mouth' pants Now they gettin' so fresh That they want to tell you how you must dress And when they go home to their country They will make they style on they family Hear what they'll tell they brother "John, I now from America" I must really ask the authority Please to stop this irregularity If this was a place they coulda used guns Well, every bloomin' Grenadian would have to run Oh, they send them up on government farms Some of them feet bigger than old wild yams Now they want to abuse The one who learn them to walk in shoes