Calypso Blues

Wa-oh, wa-oh Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh Wa-oh, wa-oh Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh Sittin' by di ocean Di wave, she feel so sad Sittin' by di ocean Di wave, she feel so sad You ain't got di money To take she back to Trinidad Fine calypso woman She cookin' shrimp and rice Fine calypso woman She cookin' shrimp and rice Those jockey hot dogs Don't treat 'he stomach very nice In Trinidad, a dollar buy Papaya juice, banana pie Six coconut, a female goat An' plenty fish to full di boat A bushel bread, a bottle of wine An' all in town, she come to dine But there is bad, a dollar buy A cup of coffee, ham on rye Me thought she sip from nectar Me feed di heard some juice His pocket full of empty He's got Calypso blues Dese jockey girls give him a scare Is black de root, and 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 But calypso girl is good a lot Is what you see, is what you got So sittin' at di ocean Your heart it feel so sad You ain't got di money To take she back to Trinidad So sittin' at di ocean Your heart she feel so sad Because you ain't got no money To take she back to Trinidad Wa-oh, wa-oh Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh Wa-oh, wa-oh Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh Wa-oh, wa-oh Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh Wa-oh, wa-oh Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh