Sitting by the ocean, he heart she feel so sad Sitting by the ocean, he heart she feel so sad Ain't got no money to take he back a trinidad Find calypso woman, she cook him shrimp and rice Find calypso woman, she cook him shrimp and rice Those yankee hot dogs don't treat he stomach very nice
In Trinidad a dollar buy Papaya juice, banana pie Six coconut, a female goat And plenty fish for fill the boat A bushel of bread, a barrel of wine And all the town they come to dine But here is bad, a dollar buy A cup of coffee, ham and rye
He throat she sick from necktie He feet, they hurt from shoes His pocket full of empty He's got calypso blues
The yankee girls give him big scare It's black the root and blonde the hair Her eyelash false, her face is paint And pads are where the girl she ain't She jitterbug when she should waltz I even think her name is false But calypso girl is good a lot What you see is what you got
Sitting by the ocean, he heart she feel so sad Sitting by the ocean, he heart she feel so sad Ain't got no money to take he back to Trinidad
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