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SWEET SOUR TRINIDAD
By Mighty Abby
A visitor once approached me asking me 'bout my country
I was glad to let this guy know all about my Trinbago
Then it occurred to Mighty Abby how dread it is in this country
I caught him by surprise, he watched me with bulging eyes
He felt I was mad when I told him about Trinidad.
Hear me...
We have plenty car assembly
But we paying so much for a Mini
We have a Pitch Lake yet roads bad
Sweet, sweet, sour Trinidad.
He say your description is crazy for a country that's so wealthy
I say money ent no problem but is right here our problem stem
Man, you could ask anybody, they go give you the same old story
But then I did explain is a lot of high, old talk
My Trinidad just like sweet and sour pork.
We have Priority Bus Route
But few bus for the old and youth
Spending millions untold but the system still bad
Sweet, sweet, sour Trinidad.
What about them politicians and the role they play in your nation?
I say we have too much party, Panday and Shah, them two, they just can't agree
What about the ruling party? I say them fellas and dem, they too kicksy
They passing law in joke, that is why nothing doh work
Them fellahs who bad, we should run them from Trinidad.
This man heading the world health body
But yellow fever was raging in my country
The state of health cannot make you feel glad
Sweet, sweet, sour Trinidad.
He asked for recommendation - Who was a lasting solution?
I say we have to learn to plan from them people
Who does make this Carnival grand
From the mas camp men we learn production
From calypsonians their imagination
The steelband men and them will teach 'bout organising
And from you people, we will learn about discipline.
We had very good pilots galore
But they run and they fly off to Singapore
Housing in this county so bad
Sweet, sweet, sour Trinidad.
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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"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
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