Daddy Puff Songtext
von Lee “Scratch” Perry

I am Jah Dredd, the dread


I was snooping around on Daddy Puff in United States of America
Find out that he only a bluff
Have him huff, huff, huff, huff, huff
Daddy Puff, I am Daddy Nuff, a Nuff Nuff
Kick him on his huff, it was tough, tough, tough
Because him come imitate, but him a Daddy Puff
But where are the checking, well, checking, but he smoke ganja
Marijuana academy, him inna di teeth dem puff
If you look pon Daddy Puff, him not have one a full sight
But the front teeth dem well puff, puff
Says, really Daddy Puff
Oh, yeah, Daddy Puff
Gwaan cuff with your ugly puff, yeah
While I go on with my lovely Nuff, a Daddy Nuff
Nuff Nuff, all four chart in di top ten, no one hundred
Play mi on di BBC, play mi on di R&B
Play mi around di clock, ooh
Tick-tock around di Big Ben clock
Make Washington Garden glad
And they say Washington Garden get so glad
Washington D.C. get sad
When New York City get mad, ooh
Di Queen of England get so sad
That′s when she frightened to know that di scat bird could be God

Roll thunder, roll, rah
Roll thunder, roll, rah
Roll thunder, roll, rah
Flashlight, then, flash

Come rain, come blow, breeze blow
Go, wind, go blow, mill go, go, Merlin, go
Go, gargoyle, go, 'til your hair touch your toe
And let your blue hair cover your nose
Let your hair be your clothes
Wherever you go
And let your hair cover your nose
Oh, smile like an angel
Chase your fate
Your wicked friends away
Put a smile on your face and touch your chin
Grin, exercise, and take the air in
In takes a letter out and cause an earthquake
And let your enemy shake, shake his shape, now


Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna Hare
Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare
No Reggae, no Reggae for the dreads
No Reggae for the dreads ′til they cut off the dreads of the head
Sai Baba is waiting with his scissors
The Grim Reaper is waiting at the cave with his sicklin' hand
Says to the Russian, "Because you're Russian
I have you crush and have you crush and
I′ll send you up to the amputator
See you later, alligator, you are a faker"

Ooh, I am the earthquake maker
I have earthquake contact on my cock
Lightning on my back, a lightning in my hand
That′s why I kill Satan
And say, Colin Newman, you not send me no royalty statement
You are just like Island Records, but I'm in watching you
But I don′t rule, you no have no contract
That you will upset the record
And this me do, not you, and the upsetter, ooh
I give and I take, I give to get, ooh
They rob me in Jamaica, rob me in England
Rob me in America, in Hong Kong and in China
I get vexed and wake up the dragon
Is it the year of the dragon?
I enter the dragon
Come back extremely fit, fit
It's the year of the fittest and the survival of the survival
All of which shall stand
My space ship is small
So many deads are deads and don′t know that they're dead
Oh, Lord
Where you go, where you get space to bury your deads?
Eh-he-he-he