Now KPIG‘s playing Reggae Accident:
This is not a political statement
Nor is it a farce
In the land of the great bald bird
The rasta man is sparseHe does not like our urban jungle
Or our capitalistic nightmare
He does not believe in auto insurance
Mon I don’t believe that is fairIt was a reggae accident
Four rastas in a rambler
A reggae accident
They came from out of nowhere
A reggae accident
They were smoking some spliff cigars
A reggae accident
They totaled out my carI lost the case that sealed my fate
Last week in municipal court
The judge ruled for rasta restitution
Of a most peculiar sortNow there’s four stoned faces at my dinner table
And my wife wonders how come
She does not mind the extra mouths to feed
As much as she minds those after dinner drumsWe sing was a reggae accident
Four rastas eating pasta
A reggae accident
Pass the parmesan please
A reggae accident
How does a rasta spell relief
A reggae accident
No problem mon, pass the spliffOh reggae down…
Now the sun shines on the isle of Jamaica
As it’s done since time began
No problem says the rasta mon
When I asked to join his bandYou see I sold my house I quit my job
I left that narrow-minded wife
And I moved to the island of Jamaica ya
Just to live that rasta life
Another KPIG favorite is Warren Zevon’s Lawyers, Guns and Money, which is now the Bush theme song (along with “If I Only Had A Brain“).
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this
and
With the thoughts you’d be thinkin’
You could be another Lincoln
If you only had a brain
For a Sunday afternoon.