Sittin' by de ocean Me heart, she feel so sad... Sittin' by de ocean Me heart, she feel so sad... You don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad Fine calypso woman She cook me shrimp and rice... Fine calypso woman She cook me shrimp and rice... Those Yankee hot dogs Don't treat me stomach very nice In Trinidad, one dollar buy Papaya juice, banana pie Six coconut, one female goat An' plenty fish to fill de boat One bushel bread, one barrel wine And all de town, she come to dine But here is bad, one dollar buy Cup of coffee, ham on rye Me throat she sick from necktie Me feet hurt from shoes Me pocket full of empty I got Calypso blues These yankee girl give me big scare Is black de root, is blonde de hair Her eyelash false, her face is paint And perhaps not de girl she ain't! She jitterbug when she should waltz I even think her name is false But Calypso girl is good a lot Is what you see, is what she got Sittin' by de ocean You heart, she feel so sad... You don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad... Sittin' by de ocean You heart, she feel so sad... Because you don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad...