Lyrics
Two girls in an argument
Make argument on the pavement
Two little girls in an argument
Make argument on the pavement
They've been arguing about man
Who they will like when they become a woman
So I join the conversation
They ask me to give them my opinion
I told them look
A man is a man
Don't mind his face like a frying pan
Obia man or mannikuman
Any man could give you satisfaction
One of the girls turn around and say
She don't want no man who have cockade
I says she only ignorant, you see
She don't want her friends to laugh at she
Well a Chiny one they calling toy
She says she wanted a Saka boy
He must be working in the police force
Either a stevedore working on the wharf
I tell she look
A man is a man
Whether he face like a frying pan
Chiny man or Indian man
Any man could give you satisfaction
I'm not lying
When Calypso Rose was small
Mammy mammy used to make me bawl
She says before you get married
She will choose the man for me
Don't take no criminal because
Every minute you in the hospital
She said take a barrister, a minister or even a doctor
Well I tell she ma
A man is a man
You mustn't mind what's their profession
Mammy you must understand
Any man could give me satisfaction
Some of the girls in this island
They running competition
Some looking for taxi man and some looking for police man
Well I want them to understand that no woman should pass the hand
Because even some of the men in jail
Some of them turning female
So you see my friend
A man is a man
You mustn't mind what's their profession
You must use your discretion
No dead man could give you satisfaction