Gillimon Lyrics - Singles - Naked Earth

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)