Me And You, Us Never Part. Makidada: Jump Rope Jingles And Hand Clap Games We Used To Play

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Shame, Shame, Shame

Shame, shame, shame

I don’t wanna go to Mexico no more, more, more

There’s a big fat policeman at the door, door, door

He will grab you by the collar

Girl you better hollar

I don’t wanna go to Mexico no more, more, more

There’s something eery about this song-like something sinister went on in Mexico  . . . perhaps an attempted kidnapping. Does this have something to do with why the black community is mistrustful of five-O? The message is clear though – you better hollar if something ain’t right.

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