Third World Girl

Jamaica special love

Special love

Sitting down see the flower

On the window tops

And the mountain

See the rain

And the warm lit sun

On the beaches and sand

Comes a man with a plan to renew the world

Up in rasta land

Hungry boys and girls

He lived up to his part

And he died with a cause in his heart

Jamaica special love

Special love

Listen



Oh, Jamaica Lady

Oh, Jamaica Girl

Oh, Jamaica Lady

Oh, Jamaica Girl



Oh, Jamaica Lady

Oh, Jamaica Girl

Oh, oh, baby



You be my first, my second, my third world girl

Peas and rice

They are awful nice

But not as nice as you