Get up in the morning slaving for bread, Sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite - Sir
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, Sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite
My wife and my kids, dem pack up and a leave me
"Darling" she said "I was yours to be seen"
Poor me Israelite
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor me Israelite
After a storm there must be a calming
Ya catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor - a poor, a poor, a poor me Israelite, yii
I said I get up in the morning slaving for bread, Sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelite - Sir
I said my wife and my kids, dem pack up and a leave me
"Darling" she said "I was yours to be seen"
Poor me Israelite - Sir, look
Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone
I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde
Poor - a poor, a poor me Israelite - Sir
After a storm there must be a calming
Ya catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm
Poor - me Israelite, yiii
A poor a poor a poor a poor me Israelite
I'm a wondering, I'm working so a hard
A poor a poor a poor me Israelite
I look a-down and out sir ....
