| A fat Yankee sailor just come off a boat
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| Walk in a night club, expose a few Yankee dollar notes
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| Angelina pick him up, carry him by she
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| The next thing I see Angie making baby
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| But the Yankee gone
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| He leave Port of Spain
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| She waiting in vain
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| I’m sorry for she
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| And she big belly
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| He ain’t coming back again
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| When she tell the sailor what happen to she
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| All he said was «Honey, we’ll join in matrimony»
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| Oh Lord Angie was happy, she jumping with joy
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| Making preparation for a baby boy
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| But the Yankee gone
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| He leave Port of Spain
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| She waiting in vain
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| I’m sorry for she
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| And she big big belly
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| He ain’t coming back again
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| Wdding preparation, people sh invite
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| For the celebration but the sailor ain’t even write
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| But still Angie was ready, the priest done get pay
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| The house put away for the wedding day
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| And the Yankee gone
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| He leave Port of Spain
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| She waiting in vain
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| I’m sorry for she
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| And she big belly
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| He ain’t coming back again
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| Well she can’t find the sailor
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| She try all kind of Obeah
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| She had a red candle paint up with mustard
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| In every crossroad in Trinidad
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| When that wouldn’t work at all
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| She say Peter got to pay for Paul
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| Pick up a Grenadian
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| And married the day as planned
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| Though the Yankee gone
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| He leave Port of Spain
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| She ain’t waiting in vain
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| Man she set a trap
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| And when it snapped
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| Is a Grenadian take the rap |