Hail, Johnny Clarke Dread up, the ninja You want see I man hear the one Jacob Miller A talk 'bout I and I a follow him, you know, Rasta Him face, him are pillar Dem bredda deh are some little imitation, Rasta, dread You no see, him well soft, soft, soft I man are lion Ruff, tuff, you know So when the lion is sleeping Never you try to wake him Why did you look for trouble? Why did you trouble trouble? Why did you trouble the lion? Say, why did you trouble the gorgon? You can't escape this judgement If you even move out of Babylon Say, you can't escape this judgement If you even move out of Babylon Say, you are follower, but I am natty dread You are follower, but I are originator Go 'way, you are ballhead Be still, I'm your superior Be still, I am the rightful ruler Go 'way, you are ballhead Go 'way, you are follower Go 'way, you are follower Go 'way, you are ballhead Why did you trouble trouble? Why did you look for trouble? And if you never trouble trouble, trouble wouldn't trouble you Could deh one some little soulhead boy, or some little Syrian boy A talk up dem mouth and say dem are Rasta I are Rasta, for I are di originator, you no know, go 'way In a some little fashion, dread, you no know Just a wear di locks fi business Be still, I'm your superior So don't you trouble trouble For it is dangerous I will make you run up and down Say, I will make you run up and down So don't you trouble trouble So don't you trouble trouble So why did you trouble trouble? Why did you trouble trouble? If you never trouble trouble, trouble wouldn't trouble you Say, why did you trouble the lion? Say, why did you trouble the gorgon? Say, why did you trouble the lion? When the lion is sleeping Never you try to wake him up Trouble is very dangerous Trouble is very dangerous You can't escape this judgement You can't escape this judgement