Calypso Blues

Why? Oh, why? oh

Why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh

Why? Oh, why? oh

Why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh

Sitting by the ocean is where she feels so sad

Sitting by the ocean is where she feels so sad

You ain't got the money to get you back to Trinidad

Fine Calypso woman, she cook him shrimp and rice

Fine Calypso woman, she cook him shrimp and rice

Those yankee hot dogs, they'll treat his stomach very nice

In Trinidad, a dollar buy

Papaya juice, banana pie

Six coconut, a female goat, and plenty fish to fill the boat

A bushel bread, a bottle of wine

And all in town, she came to dine

But there is bad, a dollar buy

A cup of coffee, ham on rye

Me throat she sick from necktie

Me feet she hurt from shoes

His pocket full of empty

He's got the Calypso blues

These yankee girls give him a scare

His black the roots and blondie 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

So sit him at the ocean, your heart, it feels so sad

You ain't got the money to get you back to Trinidad

Sitting by the ocean, your heart, she feels so sad

Because you ain't got the money to get you back to Trinidad

Why? Oh, why? oh

Why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh

Why? Oh, why? oh

Why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh

Why? Oh, why? oh

Why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh

Why? Oh, why? oh

Why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh, why? Oh