Both o'Dem Songtext
von Mighty Sparrow

Skibbi-dibby-dib-dib-babe
Da-da, ba-ya-ya
Doing it, doing it, doing it
Doing it, doing it, doing it

I′m in love with Betty Lou
Sister Mary say she love me too
Both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them
Tell she thing, go work out so
She say, the next sister I'm bound to know
Both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them
Just because I ain′t like them scandal
They hire your partner, Tutu's babe
Kitchener like all them bad man
So I call Kitchy on the phone one day
This is what the old man say


Do it, do it, do it
Oh gwan buddy
Give she what she want
Give she what she want
Give she what she want
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them

Darling it's you I waited for
I want her love but not no bread and all
Both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them
I know all men like to roam
And I know charity begins at home
Both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them
For the sister is such a loving child
Our relationship is great
And she always wear a charming smile
Kitchener say, "Buddy, don′t hesitate"
There is nothing to sit and contemplate

Do it, do it, do it
Oh gwan buddy
Give she what she want
Give she what she want
Give she what she want
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them


Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
Though she prettier than me
I could boogie down better than she
Both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them
I remember Lord Melody
Shame and scandal in the family
Both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them
All the breaks I breaks was all in faith
She asked me if I showing off
Then she start to tackle me again
Kitchener say, "Buddy, boy, treat them rough"
Otherwise them woman go sell your stuff

Do it, do it, do it
Oh gwan buddy
Give she what she want
Give she what she want
Give she what she want
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them

If I was a younger chap
Maybe I would a get trapped in that
With both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them
So all the offers that she made
I think ′bout the butter couldn't make the bread
With both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them
Variety is the spice of life
Polygamy today I dread
Thank Kitchener for his good advice
I still could remember what he said
The message still ringing in me head

Do it, do it, do it
Oh gwan buddy
Give she what she want
Give she what she want
Give she what she want
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them

Give she what she looking for
Give she like it, give she more
Aye-ya-ee, ya-ya-ya-ya-ee
Skibbi-dibby-dib-dib-dib-dib-dibbity-ee-ya-ee
(Both of them, both of them, both of them, both of them)
Play the music without fail
Jam the Soca in she tail
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, yeah
(Both of them)