This is not an old time melody
Yet you'll try to prove me wrong,
but that is your specialty
You wouldn't play in a band,
You wouldn't even sing a song,
but you're criticizing all day long
anything this land create
So you save up all your praise
Woman of my heart, it is time you learn
If you want to make for your
Singin' the songs of your land
All year long you dig in funk
James Brung is your lord of lords
You wouldn't learn to jump
But you could do the bump
You wouldn't even write a poem
Those who do you criticize in them
Frong your face on carnival
And the steel band festival
Then you rush to go and view
Woman of my heart it is time you learn
You got to get up like everyone else
Singing the songs of your hand
Christmas time, the songs you know
Tales of falling snow and mistletoe
Bows of parsley and myrrh
And then you talk about dignity
Don't you know parang belong
Suddenly you're foreign things,
so silly and out of place
Now checking out your creed and race,
Oh yeah, woman of my heart,
If you want to make for your
You've got to get up like everyone else
Singing the songs of your land
Everyone should do their share
Everyone should play an active part
You act like if you ain't care
And so it does break my heart
You do not do limbo, you do not do bongo
And when it come to calypso,
every calypso nyan is papi show
Then you tell the steel band boys,
how they making too much noise
But no steel band in the town,
If you want to make for your
You've got to get up like everyone else
Singing the songs of the young