From the album Keys In My Car

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White Boy Rasta – Paul Saloka

Well he walks around town with sandals on his feet
And he talks Jamaican to every one he meets
Well his Mom and Dad they don’t know what to say

Cause he’s a White Boy Rasta – My feet are freezing
Yes he’s a White Boy Rasta – no problem Mon

Well they say that he is from north of Detroit
And that Caribbean sound is the music that he enjoyed
Well his favorite singer is a man named Bob Marley

Cause he’s a white boy Rasta – Da motorcity Mon
Yes he’s a white boy Rasta – Excuse me while I light my speef

Now he don’t care what they think of him
He is always happy – while they are always grim
And he don’t care what they may say
He’ll move there one day –

Well his Dad told him that – You should go to work
And his Mom told him that - You’re acting like a jerk
But they don’t know about the Jamaican way

Cause he’s a White Boy Rasta – I no work today Dad
Yes he’s a White Boy Rasta - Don’t worry Mon be happy

So he packed his bags and moved down by the sea
And told his story about people like you and me
Now if you don’t like the snow and freezing rain

Become a White Boy Rasta – It’s too cold up here
You are a White Boy Rasta – I move to Jamaica Mon
You should be White Boy Rasta – Drinks for all my friends
Now we’re all White Boy Rasta’s – Any body want to buy a coat?