Mama, mama, dem hold papa, Say they charge him fe' smoke ganja. If me never jump the fence dem hold me too, So tell me mama, what we gonna do? [Chorus:] Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now? Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do? Next week, next week is the case. Him have a dread judge to face. Him ha' fe' either see in space Or make the doctor man work on him face. [Chorus] Next door neighbor, dem hold your son, They say they find him with one gun, An' there's no need to mention Him going to get an indefinite detention. [Chorus] Him know nobody So him ha' fe' remain in custody. Him see Babylon, him stand up an' screw, Say, him never knew it was a curfew. [Chorus 2x]