Well my name is Harry Tedler and this song is for my kids, my toddlers, my baby mothers, every living father, mine and my baby. So these things here, na na na, na na na, for my children and for me all my baby mothers here, Jah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah, for me Rasta, my Bali friend here. All those things here, na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na, for my children, Jah Jah Jah, for my Bali and Rasta friend here. Na na na, yah, me show the school children, love inna me dog, me and the devil inna flesh coulda never walk. You see the Satan beg and then keep the mouth. Jah Jah Jah, yah, me and the boy coulda never really rumble. Me have the wife and she wear me bangle. Them have the blade and me have the angle. Anything case me a get some. So, na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na, for my children. Na na na, na na na, Jah Jah Jah, for me Rasta, my Bali friend here. Na na na, na na na, Jah Jah Jah, yah, yah, yah, for my children. Na na na, Jah Jah Jah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah. You do the dance and you get inna the groove. Make them know say me inna fi me wanna shoot. Me lace up me cuff, me inna fi me vest. Make them know say me food that fi digest. Me want go give them know say we no damn big. Anything face me them grape a go dig. God you know this area get inna lodge here if you have to get big. Me kiss them and say, na na na, na na na, na na na, na na na, for my children. Nah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah, for my Rasta friends. Nah na na, na na na, na na na, na na na, for my children. Nah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah, yah Jah Jah. You see me lady, you see me girls them. Girl from Fort Worth, na na na me call them. You see me brethren, me Rasta friends. Nah Jah Jah, a some me hail them. You see me friend them, you see me ladies them. Me mother from Japan, all be a gang friend. You know I said, I'm for the ladies, but this song is for the babies. Who know say me, na na na, na na na, na na na, for my children. For my children and me baby. Nah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah, for my Rasta's, all the boys. Nah na na, na na na, na na na, for my Rastas. Nah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah. Yo, uh, preschool children, loving a me. Me don't know devil in a flesh, could a never walk. All be a gang, me just a cross them all. Jah Jah Jah, yo, me don't know boy could a never be the Rambla. Me have the wife and a shoe for every band. The mouth is black, but a me have the hand. Anything feels real if it get trample. Nah na na, na na na, na na na, for me children and me baby mom. Nah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah, for my Rasta's, all the boys. Nah na na, na na na, na na na, for my children. Nah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah, Jah Jah Jah.