Calypso Blues

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

Sittin' by the ocean
My heart, she feel so sad
Sittin' by the ocean
My heart she feel so sad
Don't got the 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 the boat
One bushel bread, one barrel wine
An' all the 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 blonde 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 the ocean
My heart she feel so sad
Don't got the money
To take me back to Trinidad

In Trinidad, one dollar buy
Papaya juice, banana pie
Six coconut, one female goat
An' plenty fish to fill the boat
One bushel bread, one barrel wine
An' all the town, she come to dine
But here is bad, one dollar buy
Cup of coffee, ham on rye

These Yankee girl give me big scare
Is black de root, is blonde 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 the ocean
My heart she feel so sad
Don't got the money
To take me back to Trinidad



Credits
Writer(s): Don George, Nat King Cole
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