Don't Touch Me - Mighty Sparrow

Brethren and sistren

We are gathered here

In this very room

While out there is a multitude

To do evil!

It is said that evil and Maljoes

Shall live after him

Well a man can’t walk in town

With them criminals going 'round

I say a man can’t walk in town

With them criminals going 'round

Yes they pick you pocket, they stab you in the back

If you try to make noise, the whole gang attack

They beat you soft and Boysie you with cough

Then the magistrate let them off

I ain’t meddling with nobody

Nobody should trouble me

I ain’t making joke with nobody

They ain’t bound to make joke with me

I ain’t arguing with you and I ain’t quarreling with you

I can’t fight on the whole

But if you lash me — may the Lord have mercy on your soul!

It’s a collection!

Ring the bell!

A silver collection, not coppers!

Not coppers!

I does 'fraid to walk the street

I don’t know which gang I go meet

They have no understanding

It’s money or your life they demanding

So you give them your money, you ain’t playing tough

Still they bust your face because the money never 'nough

Don’t mind what people say it’s happening everyday

You better start seeing things my way

I ain’t meddling with nobody

Nobody should meddle me

I ain’t making joke with nobody

They ain’t bound to make joke with me

I ain’t arguing with you and I ain’t quarreling with you

I can’t fight on the whole

But if you lash me — may the Lord have mercy on your soul!

Hallelujah!

Ring the bell!

A silver collection!

If you think I’m telling lie

Put on a jacket and a tie

Hold you brief case in you hand

Make people think you is a big big business man

Man, they lock you neck, you can’t make a note

And if you sneeze — whoops, they cut you throat

Yes, and if you drop one cold

It’s you the police want to hold

I ain’t meddling with nobody

Nobody should trouble me

I ain’t making joke with nobody

They ain’t bound to make joke with me

I ain’t arguing with you and I ain’t quarreling with you

I can’t fight on the whole

But if you lash me — may the Lord have mercy on your soul

Who preach the Gospel!

So it goes with Him, no wonder!

Now give me a silver collection!

Not coppers!

Yeah, mon!

You could talk all what you want

Talk don’t get me ignorant

You could tell me ah ugly

You could even say I resemble Melody

It’s a gross insult but I wouldn’t get mad

Although I know you really hit me hard

The only thing to make me bring out me Cannon

Is when you raise you hand

I ain’t meddling with nobody

Nobody should meddle me

I ain’t making joke with nobody

They ain’t bound to make joke with me

I ain’t arguing with you and I ain’t quarreling with you

I can’t fight on the whole

But if you touch me — may the Lord have mercy on your soul

Hallelujah!

Ring the bell!

Mother Superior!

Ring the bell!

Go back, go back, go back!

A silver collection!

OK, Sister Marjorie!

Ring the bell!

Make a silver collection!