Lyrics
What's he like
Mavis?
He's a real
tasty geezer.
He's grown his hair a bit
but it's smooth, not too long
an' he wears a baseball shirt
with a number seventeen on
He looks great in his big white
basketball boots.
He's stupid over football
An' he looks me in the eye
when he shoots.
Reggae
Reggae
Reggae
Here comes Johnny Reggae
Johnny Reggae
Reggae
lay it on me.
Reggae
Reggae
Reggae...
He'll always start a fight for me
he's always on the phone
at the dance-hall in the evening
he'll always take me home
In his fringe and buckle stompers
and his two-tone tomic strides
He's a real tasty geezer
an' I'm his - here - inside.
