Yo Di Ho Songtext / Lyric

I got no cars, no house on the hill and no big boat waiting at the bay
I don't need those thing, I'm looking for some food for another day
you can hang around almost everyday and you play your rockandroll
you just got to collect once in a week you cheque from the dole

Samba ba yeah, yeah...
Samba ba yeah, yeah...

yo di ho, if your pockets are empty get up and sing with me
yo di ho, get up and sing with me
yo di ho, if your pockets are empty get up and sing with me
yo di ho, no money, can make livin' free

I got no bed, no food in the fridge and no place to live more than a day
I have always been a happy livin' down in a ghetto way
I don't need back mail, kidnapping or kill for the money you surposed to own
all in all there's no reason for you to feel so down.

Samba ba yeah, yeah...
Samba ba yeah, yeah...

yo di ho, if your pockets are empty get up and sing with me
yo di ho, get up and sing with me
yo di ho, if your pockets are empty get up and sing with me
yo di ho, no money, can make livin' free