Sittin' by de oceanMe heart, she feel so sadSittin' by de oceanMe heart, she feel so sadDon't got de moneyTo take me back to TrinidadFine Calypso womanShe cook me shrimp and riceFine Calypso womanShe cook me shrimp and riceDese Yankee hot dogDon't treat me stomach very niceIn Trinidad, one dollar buyPapaya juice, banana pieSix coconuts, one female goatAn' plenty fish to fill de boatOne bushel bread, one barrel wineAn' all de town, she come to dineBut here is bad, one dollar buyCup of coffee, ham on ryeMe throat, she sick from necktieMe feet, she hurt from shoesMe pocket full of emptyI got Calypso bluesDese Yankee girl give me big scareIs black de root, is blond de hairHer eyelash false, her face is paintAnd pads are where de girl she ain'tShe jitterbug when she should waltzI even think her name is falseBut Calypso girl is good a lotIs what you see, is what she gotSittin' by de oceanMe heart, she feel so sadSittin' by de oceanMe heart, she feel so sadDon't got de moneyTo take me back to TrinidadDon't got de moneyTo take me back to Trinidad
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