Carnival Riddle

Down in Port of Spain, where the sun kiss the sea, Politicians dancin', but they can't fool me. They promise the moon, but deliver the rain, In this carnival game, it's all just a chain. Mama sellin' pastelles, papa strummin' the beat, We laugh at the leaders, swayin' to the heat. From Laventille to the Queen's Park Savannah, We riddle their ways, in our calypso haven.

Oh, carnival riddle, who win the crown? Is it the masquerader or the one who clown? We jump and we wine, under J'ouvert moon, In this island life, we sing our own tune!

The tourist come flockin', with their dollars so bright, But they miss the real spice in the dead of the night. We got chutney mixin' with mento so sweet, Soca in our blood, movin' our feet. The boss man he bark, but we bite with a grin, Tellin' tales of the trade wind, where the fun begin. From the steelpan ring to the conga drum call, We unravel the mystery, standin' proud and tall.

Oh, carnival riddle, who win the crown? Is it the masquerader or the one who clown? We jump and we wine, under J'ouvert moon, In this island life, we sing our own tune!

Now slow it down, feel the bassline creep, Whisper the secrets that the elders keep. From 1912, when the rhythm first born, Through the storms and the joy, our spirit reborn. But don't get too deep, let the laughter arise, In this calypso code, we see through the lies.

Oh, carnival riddle, who win the crown? Is it the masquerader or the one who clown? We jump and we wine, under J'ouvert moon, In this island life, we sing our own tune!

Fade with the drums, let the steelpan sigh, Carnival riddle, wave goodbye.