Dutallee!Dutallee!Dutallee!Dutallee!And when soldiers cameThem say them come to make us tameAnd from that day un
til now onWe were jeered and laughed to scornThings used to be ire (before the soldiers came)Things used to be nice, so nic
e nowThings used to be ireThings used to be nice, so niceOur country them did enter, yeahTroops trodding left right and ce
ntreEverywhereOne moment at peace with NatureNow victims of a massacreWe got our spearsWe got our shieldsBut their guns w
ere greaterPrepare for a slaughterGive I back I witch doctorGive I back I Black RulerMe no want no dictatorMe no want no
tyrant on yahDutallee!Dutallee!Dutallee!Dutallee!Way down in AfricaWhere the backra still rules day after dayThe Black
Man is suffering now far moreThan when he was a slaveIs there a need for war?No.Peace my bredren - here them bawlBodies i
n mutilated conditionFaces scarred beyond recognitionIs this what civilization means to me?Then without it I prefer to beSo
...Give I back I witch doctorGive I back I Black RulerMe no want no dictatorMe no want no tyrant on yahDutallee!Dutalle
e!Dutallee!Dutailee!