Sittin' by de ocean
Me heart, she feel so sad...
Sittin' by de ocean
Me heart, she feel so sad...
You don't got de money
To take me back to Trinidad
Fine calypso woman
She cook me shrimp and rice...
Fine calypso woman
She cook me shrimp and rice...
Those Yankee hot dogs
Don't treat me stomach very nice
In Trinidad, one dollar buy
Papaya juice, banana pie
Six coconut, one female goat
An' plenty fish to fill de boat
One bushel bread, one barrel wine
And all de town, she come to dine
But here is bad, one dollar buy
Cup of coffee, ham on rye
Me throat she sick from necktie
Me feet hurt from shoes
Me pocket full of empty
I got Calypso blues
These yankee girl give me big scare
Is black de root, is blonde de hair
Her eyelash false, her face is paint
And perhaps not de girl she ain't!
She jitterbug when she should waltz
I even think her name is false
But Calypso girl is good a lot
Is what you see, is what she got
Sittin' by de ocean
You heart, she feel so sad...
You don't got de money
To take me back to Trinidad...
Sittin' by de ocean
You heart, she feel so sad...
Because you don't got de money
To take me back to Trinidad...