Let me tell you 'bout a tale, my friends, the tale of an irie trip That started from this rasta port aboard this jammin' ship, I say Aboard this jammin' ship Jah mate was a mighty sailor man, the skipper brave and sure Five passengers set sail that day for a really irie tour, I say A really irie tour (so irie) Jah weather started getting rough, the tiny ship it was a-tossed If not for the courage of the jammin' crew, jah Minnow would be lost, I say Jah Minnow would be lost (it's-a-nowhere) The ship hit ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle With Gillimon Jah skipper-mon too Jah millionaire-mon, and his wo-mon The movie star The professor-mon And Mary Ann, she jams here on Gillimon's Isle (isle, isle, isle, isle, isle, isle!) Oh, Gillimon is a rasta man He smokes the ganja all day long And all night too Gillimon, you jammin' jammin' jammin', a jam jam jammin', a jam jam jam... say I say, I say, I say, I say this party is for you This is the tale of our castaways, they're here for a long long time They'll have to make jah best of things -- they smoke many dimes, I say They smoke many dimes (so many!) The first mate and his skipper, too, must do their very best To make the others high as kites in this tropic island nest, I say They only smoke jah best (only jah best!) No bongs, no bowls, no waterpipes, not a single luxury Just a-rolling the spliff in the palm leaves, it's as primitive as can be, you say As primitive as can be (so primitive!) So join us here each week, my friends, you're sure to get real high From seven jammin' rasta-mons here on Gillimon's Isle Gillimon's Isle Gillimon's Isle Gillimon's Isle Gillimon's Isle Seven...
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