Time so rough, and time so tough, time so rough.
Coming from the country with my bag of collie,
I walk up on a DC, him want fe hold me.
Don't you run now youthman, you won't get away.
If you slip you will die, and if you run you can't hide.
For I've got my clip, stuck right in my hip, now.
Whoa-oa-oa DC, don't you take my ishen!
Whoa-oa-oa DC, don't you touch my collie!
Whoa-oa-oa DC.
Now, for the time is so rough, I gotta hustle, yea
I got the great sensimilla, and the good lambsbread, ya.