Mamaguy [Song]

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MAMAGUY
By Mighty Bomber

Big fat Cristabelle up at Morvant
Head to toe, she big all over
Big fat Cristabelle up at Morvant
From head to toe, she big all over
Yes, from the time I spot she, I haunted
I make a rush and we got acquainted
Fix up a date to meet at eight thirty
The big and obzocky girl mamaguy me.

"Touch me light, don't make me cry."
How you call that? Mamaguy!
"Tickle me again, I mean I feeling shy."
Yes, how you call that? Mamaguy!
Oh, I didn't know I was begging for trouble
To she, I was just a  neat little parcel
But in the end, I had to surrender
She like a whale and I was Jonah.

After we linger for a moment
I get vex so I playing ignorant,
"Tell me Cristabelle, the recipe
Wey you eat to develop your body?"
So, she decide to tell me in secret
O lord, I faint when I get it
You know mih pardner --------- wey does feed she
Popsicle pies and giant salami.

"Touch me light, don't make me cry."
How you call that? Mamaguy!
"Tickle me again, I mean I feeling shy."
Yes, how you call that? Mamaguy!
Oh, I didn't know I was begging for trouble
To she, I was just a  neat little parcel
But in the end, I had to surrender
She like a whale and I like Jonah.

That girl, Cristabelle, if you see she
With she mouth as big as a chimney
And she so boldface as to tell me,
"Touch me light, your hand really heavy."
Yes, all this time I grinding like camel
My blood run cold but I making the move still
If I talk the truth, you go doubt it
The Bomber land in a serious wind pocket.

"Touch me light, don't make me cry."
How you call that? Mamaguy!
"Tickle me again, I mean I feeling shy."
Yes, how you call that? Mamaguy!
Oh, I didn't know I was begging for trouble
To she, I was just a  neat little parcel
But in the end, I had to surrender
She like a whale and I like Jonah.

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, Mighty Bomber.

"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