Nat King Cole - Calypso Blues [Live at the Blue Note Chicago]

Why oh why, Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why

Why oh why, Oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why

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
And all de town, she comes to dine
But here is bad, one dollar buy
Cup of coffee, ham on rye

Me throat she sick from necktie
Me feet she hurt from shoes
Me pocket full of empty
I got Calypso blues

These yankee girls give me big scare
Is black de root, is blonde de hair
Her eyelash false, her face is paint
And pads are wet, 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

Written by:
Nat King Cole, Don George

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