Donkey must wear Pants [Song]

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DONKEY MUST WEAR PANTS
By Nap Hepburn

Ey! It was a bacchanalian spree
But for animals only
O lawd, a bacchanalian spree
But for animals only
They had champagne, gin and whiskey
It was the birth night of the Monkey
All animals got invitation
But at the door, they refuse Donkey admission. O lawd!

Chorus:
No Donkey, you cyah come in we spree
Donkey ask them, "Why?"
They say, "You ent dress properly."
No, Donkey, you'd better go to France
If you want to come in we dance,
Go home and pull on your pants.

I stood up outside wondering
Why they wouldn't let Donkey in
He was dress quite socially
Hair and suit all pressed for the party
Donkey curse that night
When they wouldn't let him in, he wanted to fight
Is when he stoop down is then I see
They had a right to refuse the Donkey. O lawd!

Chorus:
No Donkey, you cyah come in we spree
Donkey ask them, "Why?"
They say, "You ent dress properly."
No, Donkey, you'd better go to France
If you want to come in we dance,
Go home and put on your pants!

This time Donkey turning beast
When he saw all his friends in the feast
Ram Goat was in the gathering
Monkey and Elephant started dancing
But what got Donkey blue
When he saw his cousin Mule in there too
They are from the same family
Still that night they refuse the Donkey. O lawd!

Chorus:
No Donkey, you cyah come in we spree
Donkey ask them, "Why?"
They say, "You ent dress properly."
No, Donkey, you'd better go to France
If you want to come in we dance,
Go home an pull on a pants! Ey!

This time fete now in full swing
Still they won't let Donkey in
Donkey stand up in the dew
Shame for so, he don't know what to do
So he came to a conclusion
Right away to break up the function
That night Donkey beat people
From below he waist he drag out he bull pistle. O lawd!

Chorus:
No Donkey, you cyah come in we spree
Donkey ask them, "Why?"
They say, "You ent dress properly."
No, Donkey, you'd better go to France
If you want to come in we dance,
Go home an put on your pants!

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!
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A Note From The Gull

Thank you, Nap Hapburn.

"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