Caribbean

Calypso Rose: Calypso Blues

Wa-oo-oo, wa-oo-oo,
Wa-oo wa-oo wa-oo wa-ay,
Wa-oo-oo, wa-oo-oo,
Wa-oo wa-oo wa-oo wa-ay,

Sittin’ by de ocean
The way she feel so sad,
Sittin’ by de ocean,
The way she feel so sad,
You ain’t got de money
To take she back to Trinidad.

Fine calypso woman,
She cookin shrimp and rice,
Fine calypso woman,
She cookin shrimp and rice…
Those chunky hot dogs
Doh treat yuh stomach very nice.

In Trinidad, a dollar buy
Papaya juice, banana pie,
Six coconut, a female goat,
An’ plenty fish to fill de boat.

A bushel bread, a bottle of wine,
An’ all in town, she came to dine.
But here is bad, a dollar buy
A cup of coffee, ham on rye.

He thought she sipped from nectar,
He feed she hurt from juice,
His pocket full of empty,
He’s got the Calypso blues.

Dese jokey girls give him big scare,
Is black de root, is blonde de hair.
Her eyelash false, her face is pink,
And perhaps not the girl she ain’t!

She jitterbug when she should waltz,
I even think her name was false.
Calypso girl is good a lot,
Is what you see, is what you got.

Sittin’ at de ocean
You have she feel so sad,
You ain’t got no money
To take she back to Trinidad.

Sittin’ by de ocean,
You have she feel so sad,
Because you ain’t got no money
To take she back to Trinidad.

Wa-oo-oo, wa-oo-oo,
Wa-oo wa-oo wa-oo wa-ay,
Wa-oo-oo, wa-oo-oo,
Wa-oo wa-oo wa-oo wa-ay