Gillimon Lyrics by Naked Earth

Gillimon

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...
[Russell Ives; 1994 Naked Earth Productions]