(lyrics by desmond dekker)

Get up in the morning slaving for bread sir

So that every mouth can be fed

Oooh, oooh mi israelites.



Mi wife an' ma kids them a pack up an' a leave me

"darling" she said "i was yours to be seen"

Oooh, oooh mi israelites



Who am I workin' for? 



Cho! shirt dem a tear-up trousers a go

I don't wan' to end up like bonny and clyde

Oooh, oooh mi israelites



After a storm there must be a calm

Uou catch me in your farm, you sound your alarm

Oooh, oooh mi israelites