By David Rudder
February, every year
It must be the tabanca month
But my boss in my job
Could say just what de hell he want
We got woman wining and dey backing back
I'll be in a jet plane, time to attack, oh lord
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, aye
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, oh yeah, yeah, yeah!
American elections, stalemate
Mister Bush and Mister Gore
Mass confusion in Florida
Dem boys are such a blasted bore
We got Panday and Rowley
We used to have Dhanraj Singh
Look, we got rum and roti
Bacchanal and ting, Gypsy?
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, yeah, yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, lord, lord, lord!
So many girls, so little time
Ash Wednesday, a day of great -----
Look ah bumbum dey, oh lord
I'll surely be coming again
See allyuh people in de streets
Together, my brothers will reign
Trini woman looking sweet
Come, jump in and ease your pain
Cause, I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, oh yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, yeah
London town, too damn cold
What de hell ah doing here?
Three o' clock in the evening it pitch dark
What a terrible affair
Trini got woman wining and dey backing back
Look ah on a jet plane, attack, attack, attack, attack!
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, oh yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad oh yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad oh yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
Down in the panyard got everyday people
That's where I wanna be
Down in Belmont got everyday people
That's who I wanna see
In de streets of Trindad got everyday people
People I wanna know
The Desperados are playing in Laventille
So that's where I wannna go, oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, oh lord
I'd rather be in Trinidad, wohoh oh
I'd rather be in Trinidad, yeah yeah
I'd rather be in Trinidad, woh yeah!
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A Note From The Gull
Thank you David Rudder.
"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.
Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.
Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare
I'd Rather Be In Trinidad
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