After a hard day’s work
The boys will get together
Singing songs from the islands,
If the people complain about the music
Being little too loud,
We grab a couple a chairs,
And ask them if they would join us
In our jammin crowd, cause we’re jammin.
Jammin’ in the backyard, (Hawaiian music)
Jammin’ in the backyard, (Reggae music)
Jammin’ in the backyard, (wo, wo, wo)
Jammin’ in the backyard.
My cousin stay playing the ‘ukulele
The bruddas are playing guitar and bass,
My aunty and uncle stay singing,
And tutu’s get one smile on her face.
My mother is cooking in the kitchen,
My niece and nephew running around,
People stay coming from all over
To be with us in our country town of La’ie.