It Doesn’t Matter Songtext
von Seven Dub

Smile a while and give your face a rest
Raise your hand to the one you love best
Tell about it, bomb shock, right
It doesn′t matter if I never touch your soil again (Jamaica)
It doesn't matter if I feel the touch of your
Trade winds (the land of wood and water)
It doesn′t matter if I see the setting of
Your sun (all I see is pure fun and laughter)
Hear the sound of your seashores that lap like no other one (right)
Come say ting-a-ling-a-ling, school bell a ring
All of the children make we jump and sing
Jamaica, our island in the sun
We plant sugar cane and so we make white rum (bomb shocka)
When I close my eyes there's a world that children play in (right)
Brown faces smiling bright and breeze wrapping 'round their knees
All the heat coming up from the street, their bodies are swaying
Their voices singing the tunes that for years have fed my dreams
Me say you come-a with your hammer and you come-a with your saw
Come-a with your hammer and you come-a with your saw
Come make we build a house down in Jamaica


Jamaica, the land of wood and water
Say all I see is the fun and laughter
You haffi satta with an African daughter
You haffi satta with an African daughter
Yeah, you know
Well I man say sickly, man lazy (right)
Me don′t need to get crazy (crazy)
′Cause you know you really and truly always be my baby
(Breeze wrapping 'round their knees)
And don′t you act like you have gone stazy (bodies are swaying)
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, you must be crazy, young lady
(For years have fed my dreams)
Jamaica is an island divided by three
Carrom, Middlesex and Surrey
With Versailles we have, me say dem call it ferry
With Frisco me, dem say that a loop and rally
The Finsgate land-a up-a Halfway Tree
And down across, well you have Kentucky
And further up more say that a York Pharmacy
And down at Ochi, they call it Little Miami
It doesn't matter if the cold around me chills my bones
It doesn′t matter if the rains from grey skies, they chill my soul
(It doesn't matter)
Me say you Finsgate land-a up-a Halfway Tree
And down across, well you have Kentucky
And further up more say that a York Pharmacy
And down at Ochi, they call it Little Miami
When I close my eyes there′s a world that
Children play in (I don't need to act crazy)
Brown faces smiling bright and breeze
Wrapping 'round their knees (right)
All the heat coming up from the street
Their bodies are swaying (yeah, you know)
Their voices singing the tunes that for
Years have fed my dreams (real exclusive)
Me say you come-a with your hammer and you come-a with your saw
Say make we build a house down in Jamaica
Jamaica is the land of wood and water
Say all I see is the fun and laughter
You haffi satta with an African daughter
You haffi satta with an African daughter
Right, do it, yeah
It doesn′t matter if I see the setting
Of your sun (tell about it, bomb shock)
Hear the sound of your seashores that lap like no other one
Well if you really don′t love funky boogie or jazz
All you got to do is have the love your have
With a hip and a hop and a hippity-hop (it doesn't matter)
With a bang, bang reggae beat
Me go and play 45 just to keep them alive (right)
We play 45 just to keep them alive (right)
We play disco mix to make you jump and twist
We play disco mix to make you jump and twist
We play dub plate and dem a move ′round the gate (it doesn't matter)
Dem haffi forward with the cassette and tape
Come on, dem haffi forward with the
Cassette and tape (it doesn′t matter)
Hey, a ting-a-ling-a-ling, school bell a ring
All of the children make we jump and sing
Jamaica, the island in the sun
We plant sugar cane and so we make white rum
'Cause tourists go and me say tourists come
So when dem come, make we have some fun
Jamaica
Bob Marley
Jacob Miller
Peter Tosh
Grant Thatch
Seven Down