Hail, Johnny Clarke
Dread up, the ninja
You want see I man hear the one Jacob Miller
A talk 'bout I and I a follow him, you know, Rasta
Him face, him are pillar
Dem bredda deh are some little imitation, Rasta, dread
You no see, him well soft, soft, soft
I man are lion

Ruff, tuff, you know
So when the lion is sleeping
Never you try to wake him

Why did you look for trouble?
Why did you trouble trouble?
Why did you trouble the lion?
Say, why did you trouble the gorgon?

You can't escape this judgement
If you even move out of Babylon
Say, you can't escape this judgement
If you even move out of Babylon
Say, you are follower, but I am natty dread
You are follower, but I are originator
Go 'way, you are ballhead

Be still, I'm your superior
Be still, I am the rightful ruler

Go 'way, you are ballhead
Go 'way, you are follower
Go 'way, you are follower
Go 'way, you are ballhead
Why did you trouble trouble?
Why did you look for trouble?
And if you never trouble trouble, trouble wouldn't trouble you

Could deh one some little soulhead boy, or some little Syrian boy
A talk up dem mouth and say dem are Rasta
I are Rasta, for I are di originator, you no know, go 'way
In a some little fashion, dread, you no know
Just a wear di locks fi business

Be still, I'm your superior
So don't you trouble trouble
For it is dangerous

I will make you run up and down
Say, I will make you run up and down
So don't you trouble trouble
So don't you trouble trouble
So why did you trouble trouble?
Why did you trouble trouble?
If you never trouble trouble, trouble wouldn't trouble you

Say, why did you trouble the lion?
Say, why did you trouble the gorgon?
Say, why did you trouble the lion?
When the lion is sleeping
Never you try to wake him up

Trouble is very dangerous
Trouble is very dangerous
You can't escape this judgement
You can't escape this judgement