Mrs. Harriman [Song]

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MRS. HARRIMAN
By Lord Kitchener

I don't know how to tell Miss Harriman
I don't how to make she understand
I don't know how to tell Miss Harriman
I don't how to make she understand
If she want to play mas', we cater for one class
It is quite legal to hug up anybody for Carnival.

Just so the woman start to get on with her scandal
I go say my part, hear whey cause the bacchanal
She parade in front of Kitchener
Well, as man he make he manima
Then she start to watch me in a way
Like she vex because I dingolay
If you feel you grand and nobody should touch your hand
Why the france you come in the band, Mrs. Harriman?

At three o' clock we leave the Savannah
Making we way to Green Corner
Doudou when we reach to Tragarete
Mamamyo she wining on the street
I myself catch chaleur, I start moving --------
She shout angrily, "Mister, wine yuh wine but doh wine on me!"

Just so the woman start to get on with her scandal
I go say my part, hear whey cause the bacchanal
She parade in front of Kitchener
Well, as man he make he manima
Then she start to watch me in a way
Like she vex because I dingolay
If you feel you grand and nobody should touch your hand
Why the france you come in the band, Mrs. Harriman?

This I could remember perfectly
It happen in the heart of the city
She started jumping 'bout the place
I decide to hold she round the waist
Mih hand must be drop low
The girl nearly explode
"Mister, move your hand before I kick you out the band!"

Just so the woman start to get on with her scandal
I go say my part, hear whey cause the bacchanal
She parade in front of Kitchener
Well, as man he make he manima
Then she start to watch me in a way
Like she vex because I dingolay
If you feel you grand and nobody should touch your hand
Why the france you come in the band, Mrs. Harriman?

When you really come to think of it
The woman is a right down hypocrite
Whole day she jumping shamelessly with a little, tiny bikini
And she bawling, "Bite me!" and wiggling she body
Every time I move, she swell up she face and she disapprove.

Just so the woman start to get on with her scandal
I go say my part, hear whey cause the bacchanal
She parade in front of Kitchener
Well, as man he make he manima
Then she start to watch me in a way
Like she vex because I dingolay
If you feel you grand and nobody should touch your hand
Why the france you come in the band, Mrs. Harriman?

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance! ..............................................................................................................................


A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Lord Kitchener.  

"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