Thursday Envelope

Paroles de « Thursday Envelope »

Verse

Thursday evening, quarter past six,
him come inna di yard wid di envelope
fold up small inna di front pocket,
brown paper, name spell wrong again.
Him pull di chair, him lick him thumb,
him count it out pon di table top,
eleven thousand two hundred,
same money, every Thursday, same table.

Verse

Six thousand gone before it reach di hand —
Miss Doris come fi di rent pon Friday,
she nuh knock hard, she just stand deh.
Two thousand five fi di van,
di belt a bawl since di first a di month,
Fitzy say three but him tek two-five cash.
Light bill nine hundred, water four,
school shoe fi di likkle one, six hundred,
and di back a di shoe wear down already.

[Toast]
Eleven two come in, six go out before di thumb dry.
Two-five fi Fitzy, nine fi di light, four fi di water.
Six hundred stand up pon di table fi di school shoe,
and di number dem nuh look pon nobody face.
Nine hundred lef. Nine hundred lef.
Nine hundred weigh lighter dan di brown paper.
Three hundred inna di tin fi di next time
di van decide she nuh wan start again.
Six hundred wait pon Monday morning bell.
Di thumb still wet. Di table still full a coin.

Chorus

Count it out pon di table.

Verse

Saturday morning, Orange Street,
two record, four hundred each —
one him know, one him never hear yet,
di man inna di shop say trust him.
Two hundred lef inna di boot,
inna di left one, under di sock,
dat deh money nuh have no name pon it yet,
dat deh money a di only money him own.

Chorus

Count it out pon di table.
Count it out pon di table.

Verse

Kettle a whistle inna di kitchen,
him nuh get up, him let it whistle.
Steam a climb up pon di ceiling,
di envelope flat and empty now,
him fold it one more time, small small,
put it back inna di same front pocket
fi di next Thursday.

Chorus

Count it out pon di table.
Count it out pon di table.

Outro

Nine hundred. Six hundred. Three.
Two hundred inna di boot.
Him push di chair back wid him foot.