Politician Man's Carnival Scandal
Mighty Pothole
Calypso
About
An authentic Calypso groove pulses with syncopated percussion, steel drum accents, and an upbeat island rhythm, underpinned by guitars, bass, and congas for a raw, live Trinidadian ensemble feel. Witty narrative lyrics satirize political corruption through storytelling verses and infectious call-and-response choruses that mock scandals amid carnival revelry. Festive yet pointed, it captures the humorous spirit of Afro-Caribbean social commentary with minimal processing for organic energy.
Lyrics
Well, gather 'round, hear the tale unfold, Of a big man promising streets of gold. In carnival time, with his smile so wide, But the people's pockets runnin' dry inside.
He came to the stage with his fancy suit, Talkin' 'bout jobs and free fruit to boot. "Vote for me, I'll fix the road," he shout, But his own driveway got potholes sprout. Daily grind, we hustle from dawn till dusk, Payin' taxes high like we're drunk on musk. He throws a party, champagne flow free, While we sipin' water from the rusty tree.
Oh, politician man, what you doin' there? Pocket full of scandal, but you don't care! Carnival mas', we jump and we wine, But your lies so sweet, like sugarcane fine. Hey! What you doin' there?
Scandal in the air!
Dance away the pain, in the island sun, Tomorrow we fight, but tonight we run!
Saw him last week with a briefcase fat, Whisperin' deals in the back of the flat. "Bribes for votes," the whispers all say, While mama can't buy rice for the end of day. He loves the spotlight, camera flash bright, Promisin' schools, but kids learn at night. Cultural show, he leads the parade, But behind the mask, his promises fade.
Oh, politician man, what you doin' there? Pocket full of scandal, but you don't care! Carnival mas', we jump and we wine, But your lies so sweet, like sugarcane fine. Hey! What you doin' there?
Scandal in the air!
Dance away the pain, in the island sun, Tomorrow we fight, but tonight we run!
Now the people's talkin', the rumour mill spins, Emails leak out, showin' all his sins. Love affair twist, with the minister's wife, Daily life drama, cuttin' like a knife. But we laugh it off in the soca beat, Satire sharp, bringin' truth to the street. No more foolin', time to call his bluff, Rise up together, thats enough is enough!
Election day comin', posters everywhere, He sweatin' now, with that guilty stare. We remember the floods when he turned away, Houses underwater, no help that day. Scandals pile high like the mango cart, Corruption deep, tearin' us apart. But in carnival spirit, we mock and we tease, Singin' our story, bringin' truth to our knees.
Oh, politician man, what you doin' there? Pocket full of scandal, but you don't care! Carnival mas', we jump and we wine, But your lies so sweet, like sugarcane fine. Hey! What you doin' there?
Scandal in the air!
Dance away the pain, in the island sun, Tomorrow we fight, but tonight we run!
So here's to the witty, the sharp and the bold, Calypso truth in stories told. Politician man, your time is done, People risin' like the mornin' sun. Hey! What you doin'?
No more hidin'!
Carnival over, the real show begin, Justice comin', let the healin' win.
Politician Man's Carnival Scandal
Mighty Pothole
Preview