Nobody likes me down here at the donut shop
they think I'm the crazy guy with the fuzzy hair
I make donuts for them
they don't like it cause they think
they got grease all in the donuts

Truth is they do
but it's not from me
it's from the donut grease that I dip it in
Not from me, like I tell them to
Not from me
And it's Jamaican, what goodness, say

Oh you tried to switch chord on me did not you
You tried so hard but what do you get
everything's nice here AAH!
Donut shop, Jamaican Guy at the Donut Shop
They make fun of me
and ask me if I have Bob Marley records

Well I do, I have Bob Marley records
but that is none of their (&^%$#) business
Why do they want to know anyway
I don't know, oh oh oh oh oh

Til the day I saw her walk by
she was the strawberry of my eye
I knew she would be mine one day
and she came and made fun of my hair

Life doesn't treat me very well
cause I'm Jamaican (ah what's the key, stop it!)
I hate you Life as well
Lovely donuts

Copyright 1997 Derelllictsongs, Inc.

COMMENTS: Looks of wonderment covered the faces of Jared and I (Jamey) as the body of our fellow bandmate Bradley Smith was suddenly inhabited by a frustrated donut-wheeling Jamaican. Although the incident was brief, two years later I find myself with an unquenchable craving for pastries at the mere mention of Jamaica. Jamaica = jelly donut. Remember that.