Marsha was the girl from Letterkenny when I saw her it was such a holy feast She came walking down the foggy lane into the morning of a warm September day Shirley, she lived down the way I met her in Tobago she was such a sight to see Brown skin a bathing beauty with wild dreadlocks and I loved her like the Lady from Athina Mandy I would walk a 1000 miles my soul is burned out since I left your house in France I can′t find no sleep until the dawning need you so bad you′re my living phantasy Sorry but I need to cross the ocean ′cause tomorrow I will be in paradise Tell me I′m the greatest king of fools there′s only one girl and that′s my Lady in Athina