Mr. Walker

School days, school days

I wish school days could come again, again

Please Mr. Walker, I like your daughter

I used to tell her that I'm a welder

That was a lie, sir

I'm just a singer in a roots rock reggae band

Now I'm asking for her hand

I hope you'll understand

She used to pass my yard gate

With her chappa chappa stick

I used to lend her my new stick in school

The teacher used to say

She hoped that we grow up that way

And every evening after school

I would walk her to her gate

So as a wise father

Please Mr. Walker

Hope that you can see my case

And I'm asking again

Please Mr. Walker, I like your daughter

I used to tell her that I'm a welder

That was a lie, sir

I'm just a singer in a roots rock reggae band

Now I'm asking for her hand

I hope you understand, kind sir

And when we were in third form

I used to carry her books to school

We never break no golden rule

We never scholar day from school

If it was wrong to take her to a garden

Then sir, I want to beg your pardon

A little kiss in the dark

A little walk through the park

That's all in a schoolboy love affair

So I hope I made it clear

Mr. Walker, I'm asking once again

Please Mr. Walker