My feet is my only carriage

The story:

I like to think of myself as a fairly worldly, hip white guy. One day when I was at a party that a Jamaican co-worker had invited me to, I started running off at the mouth at how deep Bob Marley's songs were and how I really dug his lyrics. My big mouth was fuelled by rum and a certain Jamican herb by the way. When "No Woman No Cry" started playing, I took the opportunity to proove my admiration for Bob by singing quite loudly and soulfully along with the song. I was quickly, (and mockingly,) corrected. I never felt whiter in my life!