| A Barbadian engineer by the name of Cephas
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| Got to know that Trinidadians were superstitious
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| This Bajan smart man by the name of Cephas
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| Got to know that Trinidadians were superstitious
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| So he buy a piece a land up Hololo Mountain
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| Put some concrete 'round a spring and open a fountain
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| Well in less than no time, when you hear the shout
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| Stupid people coming from all about
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| Throwing coins in the fountain
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| Each one seeking happiness
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| Thrown by hopeful lovers
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| Tell me, which one will the fountain bless?
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| And by the time they pull out, the Bajan div in
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| Taking all the money from the fountain
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| And har him singing:
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| «All is mine, all is mine, all is mine!»
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| I am sure that you would be surprised to know
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| How much big shots does go to Mount Hololo
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| All kind of people believe in this thing
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| If you see so many old maids in search of a ring
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| Throwin' coins in the fountain like they feeding fish
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| Kneeling down on their knees making a wish
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| Thousands of people were going up there daily
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| Trinidad was coming just like Italy
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| So many coins in the fountain
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| Each one longing for a home
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| There they lie in the fountain
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| Just like in the heart of Rome
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| And is to see the Barbadian with he swimming trunk on
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| Waiting patiently 'til all the fools gone
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| To sing:
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| «All is mine, all is mine, all is mine!»
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| Four o’clock one morning meh girlfriend waking me
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| Telling me come go up to the fountain with she
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| Ah say «Well me ain’t walking twelve miles up no mountain!»
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| She say «Well if it’s twelve thousand we still going»
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| «Darlin'», she say, «we living too long in sin
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| We have a right to go and fix it by the fountain»
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| Ah had some money in meh house to pay meh rent
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| In the fountain the girl throw every cent
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| And hear she singing:
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| Which one will the fountain bless?
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| Which one will the fountain bless?
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| But all the time the stupid woman making she wish
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| Is the smart Barbadian that is getting rich
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| The vagabond singing:
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| «All is mine, all is mine, all is mine!»
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| Ah don’t know how the news reach the F.B.I
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| But the police decide to arrest the guy
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| An inspector by the name of Duntin
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| Disguise himself, so he went up to the fountain
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| Take out three gold coins and throw it inside
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| Pretend he’s making a wish, but he went and hide
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| When the Barbadian see the gold like if he went crazy
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| So in the fountain he jumping immediately
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| And hear him singing:
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| Three coins in the fountain
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| Through the ripples how they shine
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| «All is mine, all is mine, all is mine!»
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| But as the vagabond come out from the fountain
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| The Inspector arrest him and start to sing:
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| «Not this time, not this time, not this time!» |