Camillo

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye Rastaman Camillo! Life make him feel low, So he'd sit and he'd start to smoke. His way of life is no joke, Sit down he'd smoke his fire Smoke one more make him higher. Footstep'd come and put out him smoke, Police then come and give him a poke. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye Hey man, if you have smoke, Listen the Policeman is a joke. They give him one of his superthings, And the Policemen start to sing. Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, Aye-aye-aye-aye-aye