What's he like, Mavis?
He's a real tasty geezer!
He's grown his hair a bit but it's smooth, not too long
An' he wears a baseball shirt with a number 17 on
He looks great in his big white basketball boots
He's stupid over football, and he looks me in the eyes when he shoots.
|: Reggae, Reggae, Reggae
Here comes Johnny Reggae
Johnny Reggae, Reggae, lay on me :|
He'll always start a fight for me, he's always on the phone
At the dance hall in the evening he'll always take me home
In his fringe and buckle stompers and his two-tone tonic strides
He's a real tasty geezer and I'm his here inside.