Calypso Blues

                                  Sittin' by de ocean 

Me heart, she feel so sad, 

Sittin' by de ocean, 

Me heart, she feel so sad

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

These 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, 

An' 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 blond de hair. 

Her eyelash false, her face is paint, 

And pads are where 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 

Me heart, she feel so sad, 

Sittin' by de ocean, 

Me heart, she feel so sad

Don't got de money 

To take me back to Trinidad.