If you ever go down Trinidad, they make you feel so very glad. Calypso sing and make up rhyme, guarantee you one real good fine time. Drinkin' rum and coca-cola, go down Point Kumanah, both mother and daughter, workin' for the Yankee dollar. Oh, beat it, mommy, beat it. Since the Yankee come to Trinidad, they got the young girls all goin' mad. Young girls say they treat them nice, make Trinidad like paradise. Drinkin' rum and coca-cola, go down Point Kumanah, both mother and daughter, workin' for the Yankee dollar. Oh, you vex me, you vex me. Magic carry to Mona's Isle, native girls all dance and smile. Help soldier celebrate his leave, make every day like New Year's Eve. Drinkin' rum and coca-cola, go down Point Kumanah, both mother and daughter, workin' for the Yankee dollar. It's a fact, man, it's a fact. In old Trinidad I also fear, the situation is mighty queer. Like the Yankee girl, the native swoon, when she heard her bingo croon. Drinkin' rum and coca-cola, go down Point Kumanah, both mother and daughter, workin' for the Yankee dollar. Out on Manzanilla Beach, G.I. romance with native peach. All night long make tropic love, next day sit in hot sun and cool off. Drinkin' rum and coca-cola, go down Point Kumanah, both mother and daughter, workin' for the Yankee dollar. It's a fact, man, it's a fact. Rum and coca-cola, rum and coca-cola, workin' for the Yankee dollar.