Why, o why, o why. I wonder why, o why, o why. Sitting by the ocean, me heart she feel so bad. Sitting by the ocean, me heart she feel so sad. Don't got the money to take me back to Trinidad. I'm fine calypso woman, I cook the shrimp and rice. I'm fine calypso woman, I cook the shrimp and rice. This Yankee hot dog don't treat me stomach very nice. Me head she ache from hairpin. Me feet she sick of shoes. Me pocket full of empty. Me got calypso blues. In Trinidad one dollar buy. Papaya juice, banana pie. A coconut, one female goat. But lenty fish to fill the boat. One bushel of bread and a barrel of wine. And all the town she come to dine. But here instead one dollar buy. Cup of coffee, ham on rye. This Yankee girl give me big scare. Is black the root? Is blonde the hair? Her eyelash false, her face is paint. And what you think she got, she ain't. She jitterbug when she should waltz. I even think her name is false. Calypso girl is good deal lot. Is what you see, is what you got.