Letras
Alright, right now, ladies and gentlemen
We're gonna do one more number here for you, and this one is called "Harry."
Now, this is about a man, a man that wouldn't sleep at night
And always molesting, perplexing the intellect of his wife
That all good?
Helena and Harry always in misery
She say that Harry eating too much from she
So she gone to she mama explaining how Harry is a pest
She say, "I getting thin, mommy, in the night I can't get a rest"
Well, well, I never hear more
Girl, what you're running from is what I am dying for
My food has been wasting in the house every night
And your sleepy-head father wouldn't get up until I invite
Sometimes at night, believe me, I am in a doze
Well, this man does only be pulling at me clothes
Wake up, get up, girl, and the son of a gun so crude
Huh, in the middle of the night Harry only begging for food
Well, well, well, girl, I envy you
I wish that your daddy will do what Harry does do
I will be happy to feed him whether he begs me or not
And if I sleeping, he could even put he head in the pot
If your father was a little bit like Harry
No woman in the world would be happier than your mommy
But I don't know what to do, I am suffering day and night
I just have to call on your father and shake up he appetite
Trust me, my dear, that's how men should be
I will see that Harry remains in this family
Look, he could eat by your sister or your Tanty Gertrude
Otherwise, I myself will be glad to be Harry's food
Ma, the man is a beast, he does eat 'bout ten times a night
And he still want more, the mother say, "That's alright"
But if me stove out of order, the criminal man so hard
He does be happy to light the wood fire in me backyard!
Ah yeah, I like that man