The blogs have been pretty blah lately, so I decided to spend a few days composing this parody of Kelis’ song “I’m Bossy”. Of course, I used stereotypes to write the lyrics; some good, some bad, and some true. It’s all in fun, so if you’re bothered by it, get over it. I’ve also provided some footnotes for those of you who aren’t living in Madagascar  Also, the rhyme scheme isn’t perfect, so don’t judge.

Ps- if you don’t know Kelis’ song, I suggest that you listen to it before reading this blog. You could read her lyrics as well, but I’m not sure if that’s as important…I actually haven’t seen the real lyrics, I just listened to the song on my ipod and wrote down what I thought was right.

-I’m Gasy-

At first you think it costs less than a dollar
Why be so cheap? It’s not expensive
But then, you’re in the market bargaining for a hundred Ariary
That means I’m a Gasy!

(Fan the charcoal stove)

I’m Gasy, I eat rice three times a day
I switch dialects more than I should
That’s right; I jump to the front of the line,
And that’s right; I’m never at your meetings on time
I’m Gasy!
I stroll extra slow in the sun
I watch people pass my house for fun
I ain’t scared cuz nobody owns a gun
I got no credit in the 261
Cuz I’m Gasy!

Can you wake up before the rooster crow
Take you clothes and pound them on the rock some more
Real Gasy don’t use no powder soap (no powder soap, don’t use powder soap)
Its market day today, I got to go
Men at home getting drunk before I know,
Wandering the one street extra slow,
Busy afternoon, they got to sow
Oh

From the tractors rollin’ in Andapa
To the corrupt Bureaus down in Tana
We eat the fauna
Ain’t no conversatin’ cuz the 261 is breakin’
(Lambas on my wall, lambas on my girl)

I’m Gasy, I eat rice three times a day
I switch dialects more than I should
That’s right, I jump to the front of the line,
And that’s right, I’m never at your meetings on time
I’m Gasy!
I stroll extra slow in the sun
I watch people pass my house for fun
I ain’t scared cuz nobody owns a gun
I got no credit in the 261
Cuz I’m Gasy!

I ask ya how you’re doing today
All smiles all days lets walk and play
Want money or a child
I tia raha ê!
I’m workin’
Plowing the fields for sowin’
Use a machete for mowin’
Us Gasy work the land and we’ll give you a hand,
Oh!

From the tractors rollin’ in Andapa
To the corrupt Bureaus down in Tana
We eat the fauna
Ain’t no conversatin’ cuz the 261 is breakin’
(Lambas on my wall, lambas on my girl)

I’m Gasy, I eat rice three times a day
I switch dialects more than I should
That’s right, I jump to the front of the line,
And that’s right, I’m never at your meetings on time
I’m Gasy!
I stroll extra slow in the sun
I watch people pass my house for fun
I ain’t scared cuz nobody owns a gun
I got no credit in the 261
Cuz I’m Gasy!

Look at whitey working the field
Talkin’ bout how he can increase the yield
You eat rice man?
You a liar
You farm vanilla, man?
I need a buyer
How much that cost?
I think your lost
You really like it here?
You got cows there?
You got soccer too?
Let’s roll to Andapa with the normal Sunday soccer crew
Tell that drunk you’re a Gasy
Snack on fonsty if you’re a Gasy
They don’t understand you’re Ameri-Gasy
Is there such thing as a boss,
Here no order,
No cash too,
If I get my salary
It’ll be gone in an hour, fool
Tomorrow don’t work when I think about me
I don’t plan ahead…
I’m Gasy!

I’m Gasy, I eat rice three times a day
I switch dialects more than I should
That’s right, I jump to the front of the line,
And that’s right, I’m never at your meetings on time
I’m Gasy!
I stroll extra slow in the sun
I watch people pass my house for fun
I ain’t scared cuz nobody owns a gun
I got no credit in the 261
Cuz I’m Gasy!

(Fan the charcoal stove)

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