Come to justice Mr. Sluggard,
Me did ah chat to you.
Sit down everyday lazy,
Like you ah park bench.
You think ah so!

So, tell me where you get your bread, Mr. Sluggard.
Tell me where you get your bread, each day and night.
Tell me where you get your bread, Mr. Sluggard.
Tell me where you get your bread, each time.

Have you ever worked a fork lift?
Hustling day and night on the wharf?
Have you ever worked a taxi?
Sleeping on the street side all night long,
To find some food?

So, tell me where you get your bread, Mr. Sluggard.
Tell me where you get your bread, each time,
You lift your knife and fork.
Tell me where you get your bread, Mr. Sluggard.
Tell me where you get your bread, each time.

To work in the radio station,
It's not easy at all.
Did you check out Sister Mary,
Selling with her basket in Carnation market?

Tell me where you get your bread, Mr. Sluggard.
Tell me where you get your bread, each time,
You eat ah belly full.
Tell me where you get your bread, Mr. Sluggard.
Tell me where you get your bread, each time.

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Have you every work in ah coal pit?
Burning fire coal for the nation to cook.
I saw you all day long in the streets,
Something on the sidewalk you a look.

Tell me where you get your bread, Mr. Sluggard.
Tell me where you get your bread, each time you eat.
Tell me where you get your bread, Mr. Sluggard.
Tell me where you get your bread, each time.

You want the prettiest bootie,
The new jeans cannot pass.
And as you see a pretty car on the wharf,
About it you start to talk.
Still have ambition though!

Tell me where you get your bread, Mr. Sluggard.
Tell me where you get your bread, each time.
Tell me where you get your bread, Mr. Sluggard.
Tell me where you get your bread, each time.

Did you ever push a hand cart, full of farmers goods?
Crossing the street between truck and cars,
Blowing four inches across death's face.

Hear me when I say!
So, tell me where you get your bread, who-oh yeah!
It's hard on the streets, for the hustlers..
Thief man, watch yourself.