| Everyday I read the Guardian
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| Always plenty criticism
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| Everyday I read the Guardian
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| Plenty, plenty criticism
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| Way ah do for them I don’t know
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| Why they love me so
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| They think they hurting me, but they stupidee
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| The more they talk is better for me
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| You see:
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| It goes to show that they think of me more and more
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| Ah getting more publicity than I could ever pay for
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| So when they call me ill names and criticise
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| And then full the paper with plenty lies
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| Brothr, I have no objection
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| I know to myself that I am th greatest Calypsonian
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| Ever born, crown or no crown
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| They have a big stupid Editor
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| Only printing special letter
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| Plenty people write in favour of me
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| The criminal ignore them completely
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| Now and then he’ll pass a good one
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| That sneaky son of a gun
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| But good or bad without any doubt
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| It good for me, is Sparrow they talking 'bout
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| So you see:
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| It goes to show that they think of me more and more
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| Ah getting more publicity than I had ever hoped for
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| So when they call me ill names and criticise
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| And then full the papers with plenty lies
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| Brother, I have no objection
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| You know to yourself I’m the greatest Calypsonian
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| If I lie, ask Lance or Leon
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| Scavenging reporters now on the beat
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| Only picking up man in the street
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| Ah don’t know if they think they job so porog
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| Because I know man in the street is dog
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| So they write in and talk me bad
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| And try hard to make me feel sad
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| But is my name they broadcasting
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| They talking more 'bout me, than the present King
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| Oh yes:
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| It goes to show that they think of me more and more
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| Ah getting more publicity than I had ever hoped for
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| So when they call me ill names and criticise
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| And then full the papers with many, many lies
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| I have no objection
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| I know to myself that I am the greatest Calypsonian
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| Ever born, in or out the island
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| I want to show them now how grateful I am
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| Thanks to the people who write, thanks to the Guardian
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| I know they try they utmost to be nasty
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| And at the same time it was still publicity
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| Since they bad talk Rose and Royal Jail
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| Ah get fifty per cent more record sale
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| So when they feel they doing me wrong
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| They only making me checking account more strong
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| Well it goes to show that they think of me more and more
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| Ah getting more publicity than I had ever hoped for
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| So when they call me ill names and criticise
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| And then full the papers with plenty lies
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| Brother I have no objection
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| I know to myself that I am the greatest Calypsonian
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| And if I lie, ask the whole Federation |