Uploaded by grjoseph
By Brigo
Spoken: This is vintage. This is beautiful. This is how it was in the sixties.
If you can't take butt whilst you butting
Good Lord, stop the lashing
If you can't take butt whilst you butting
Good Lord, stop the lashing
You guffing up yuh chest, you playing strong
Butting all the boys that we got in town
You running down Jean, you running down Joan
And can't even comfort your wife at home.
She talk to James, you want to kill
She talk to Shorty, you grinding still
She walk out, you want to kill she with blow
Tell dem, "Do so doh like so."
Either you take your butt with a smile
Or make up your mind to stop running wild
On your wife, you can't make no style
Remember she's your woman, she ent your child
The both of you got the same privilege
Why try living as a savage?
Every morning you chipping in at half past four
She touch you, you gone and sleep on the floor.
She talk to James, you want to kill
She talk to Shorty, you grinding still
She walk out, you want to kill she with blow
Tell dem, "Do so doh like so."
It got some men playing a hawk in the land
They hate to see a nice man woman
From the time they see a woman
They doh care to know if she have husband
Every different night they going out and roam
Leaving their poor wife at home
Next day, if she tell a man she feeling hungry
They ready to extract two teeth for she.
She talk to James, they want to kill
She talk to Macky, they grinding still
She walk out, they want to kill she with blow
Tell dem, "Do so doh like so."
This is the end of my calypso
Remember, "Do so ent like so."
Spread the talk wherever you go
New York or Tokyo
Remember, you is the woman husband
You got to give she plenty satisfaction
Instead of that, you running down all the girls in town
And forget your wife home, big, fat and strong.
She talk to James, you want to kill
She talk to Shorty, you grinding still
She walk out, you want to kill she with blow
Tell dem, "Do so doh like so."
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, Lord Brigo.
"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
