African Interlude

I t'inkin' da war now go for stop Between Black Sammo, da slush, An' Nicko, da boss of da fry-fish shop. All sound of da conflic' hush Since da corner-a cop he putta da foot Down firm an' talk tinna tack; For Nicko see wer he notta so goot If he make-a da beezness slack. For da corner-a cop made food for t'ink When he spika to Nick an' say He apply-a da sanc' so quick like-a wink An' Nicko, he have-a to pay. If da customer stop for come to da shop How da beezness carryin' on? More better, Nick t'inkin', for war to flop If he goin' for lose da mon'. So da cop make term for da peace discush, All da same like lig-a-da-Naish, 'Twix' Nicko, de boss, an' Sammo, da slush, An' dey bote getta com-a-da-saish: For Sammo he getta two Friday free Each-a mont' for kick-a da heel; An' Nicko he getta clean plate two, t'ree, Four time for each-a day meal. But, Nicko, he go wit' da t'oughtful eye An' mooch-a; he shake-a da head; He donna look like-a he satisfy When all-a been done an' said.