Up Park Camp - John Holt

When I used to go to school

You know they taught me the Golden Rule

They said, «son, you better know yourself»

«Because in time to come it’s going to be dread»

And now mi gone, a Up Park Camp

Mi never waan go a Up Park Camp

And now mi gone, a Up Park Camp

Mi never waan go a Up Park Camp

Why didn’t I take their advice

If I did I would be living in style

Lord knows, I wasn’t born to go wild

Oh mother, I wish you were around

To see your son, how he’s bouncing around

Used like a tool and then refused

Oh mother, I wish you were around

Wish you were around

Mother, mother

Wish you were around

No no no no

Wow hoo