Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh
Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh

Sittin' by di ocean
Di wave, she feel so sad
Sittin' by di ocean
Di wave, she feel so sad
You ain't got di money
To take she back to Trinidad

Fine calypso woman
She cookin' shrimp and rice
Fine calypso woman
She cookin' shrimp and rice
Those jockey hot dogs
Don't treat 'he stomach very nice

In Trinidad, a dollar buy
Papaya juice, banana pie
Six coconut, a female goat
An' plenty fish to full di boat

A bushel bread, a bottle of wine
An' all in town, she come to dine
But there is bad, a dollar buy
A cup of coffee, ham on rye

Me thought she sip from nectar
Me feed di heard some juice
His pocket full of empty
He's got Calypso blues

Dese jockey girls give him a scare
Is black de root, and blonde de hair
Her eyelash false, her face is pink
And perhaps not the girl she ain't

She jitterbug when she should waltz
I even think her name was false
But calypso girl is good a lot
Is what you see, is what you got

So sittin' at di ocean
Your heart it feel so sad
You ain't got di money
To take she back to Trinidad

So sittin' at di ocean
Your heart she feel so sad
Because you ain't got no money
To take she back to Trinidad

Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh
Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh

Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh

Wa-oh, wa-oh
Wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh wa-oh

Copyright: Kanjian Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Don George, Nat King Cole