Drinking in the nightclub with my bosom friend
Who come down to spend the weekend
When I look back who'd you think I see
But one of my family
Good heavens I Shout
Mama Jacob, What the France you doin 'in a night club
Same time the rock and roll start to play
She hold onto a Yankee and break away But I tell you
woman If you see my brother, she more Than fifty And I'm sure
Without Any Doubt, She Could Still be my granny
she walk around the place with face like Jack Palance she
Go to France
Step aside and the Sparrow a chance Give
You know I'm looking for youth, experience
Not
* Dedicated to Charlie, who occasionally enters a calypso mood
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