National parkers are going around Into my farm they seat and walk Telling everybody all around the town: This is National Park (repeat) They want to get full details How long I owned this piece of land No tell no lie or you going to jail That's what they made me to understand They want to know my mother's name From where she went and when she came What kind of fellow was my grandfather How long since he married to my mother I say your question is hard for me Give me a chance and I will see Finally I came to a conclusion I find an answer to your question (repeat) My grandmother was an Anglican My grandfather was Jonathan They got a little boy, he was very bad When the fellow dead, they were more than glad Me mother was Elizabeth an Israelite Me daddy was Willy, an malachite When it come to me, I don't have no land I'm a true-born calypsonian