Count ’Em Up Queek 2nu

I needed a vacation, you know, someplace exotic, where beautiful full bodied native girls reek of coconut scented suntan
Lotion. A place I could drink the water, and all for just 49.95. So, call Clive Dinky’s, the home of the “no splinter” “full woody” tropical dream vacation and spa salon. Two hours later, there I am, lookin’ straight into the eyes of Mona “The Monkey Woman”, when
All of a sudden, my Ziggy Marley accent kicks in…

Uh oh pola, what'cha got down der
Lookacho belly man, put it in de air
Pick 'em up, put ’em down, count ’em up queek
Watcha got dar brudder, how much it gunna take
Lemme know bigalow, cat gotcha tongue
Pick 'em up, put 'em down, kachicky boo chung

(Chorus)
Come on sugar take a walk with me
Down on the sand by the deep blue sea
Take off yer shoes, gunna stay for a week
Pick 'em up, put 'em down, count 'em up queek

Mona had this crazy laugh, and was extremely short for her weight - I figure about seven feet. All of a sudden she points to a sign that
Says ”Welcome to our sa, Mr. polo." Huh! Sa... S-A? So I say to her “hey Mona, there’s no ‘p’ in the spa,” and she says “Yeah, and we’d like to keep it that way.” (laugh)

(Chorus)
Come on sugar take a walk with me
Down on the sand by the deep blue sea
Take off yer shoes, gunna stay for a week
Pick 'em up, put 'em down, count 'em up queek