Clarinet's Eastern Whirl

Down by the river, where the mango tree sway Old Joe sitting nine up dreaming of a better day He talk big about riches gold from the sea But his neck full of holes and his belly empty Shining new ride promising the world but leaving us high and dry We clap and we cheer but deep in our heart we know the same old story Tearing us apart, o calypso and blowing truth so fine The rhythm make the leaders align, we laugh through the pain in this silent life Storybook cutting like a knife, hey, hey, oh, oh Don't let them fool ya, we the words are weaving, see the real panorama System every cell and road sheet, on the corner street Working from sun up, barely making us meet Tourists come flocking flashing their cash But the locals wonder when it turn to ash O calypso and blowing truth so fine Hey, hey, oh, oh Don't let them fool ya, we the words are weaving, see the real panorama Now listen close, me friends To this tale I spin From the steel pannico, to the conga drumkin No more blind following, time to raise we voice In this festive fire, let the satchel flow Tell the world our story, let the realness show Hey, hey, oh, oh Don't let them fool ya, we the words are weaving, see the real panorama Pre-chorus, pre-chorus, pre-chorus, pre-chorus, pre-chorus, pre-chorus, pre-chorus Hey, hey, oh, oh