1.People see me living here again, and some have said to my face
“You had a chance to stay outside bro, what bring you back to this place?”
Sometimes I just don’t take on the gyaff, I smile and I walk away
But if I’m feeling good and the sun shining bright, I will stop and politely say
“Wedding curry wid two pulouri. Buddy Bo, Ah come back fuh dat
“Mi good friend in Buxton, he metagee, oh yes, ah come back fuh dat.”
But a man ah just see up in Mahaicony, putting some hard lash on a donkey
Ah can’t believe the shout that come from mi mouth, as ah hearing the splat,
splat, splat
Ah tell the man, “Look, Mister Mahaicony, ah didn’t come back fuh dat.”
Plus without any doubt, GPL blackout
Ah didn’t come back fuh dat.
One minister say the oil contract okay, another one say no way
One expert say yes to oil refinery, another one say not at all, not he
The contradictions I hear, I have to say “What? ah didn’t come back fuh dat!
All of this living in me brain, it’s a strain. Ah talking mi story flat
Dis garbage around, countryside and in town, ah didn’t come back fuh dat.
2. I was going so good, setting up me batchie, a place to sleep and to hang mi hat,
But I went in a house in Albouystown and in the middle of the day… a rat
Look brother man, Ah telling you flat, ah didn’t come back fuh dat.
The garbage we’re seeing, yes in Main Street, and even on the sea wall
New motor car, garbage from the window, broad daylight, it mekkin yuh bawl
Litter and garbage may be okay fuh rat, but not fuh dis country man
Just so in the road, the mess landing flat? What the hell is wrong with this land?
Well, don’t fight up yourself, just put on a tie, a jacket and a felt hat
Stop the fella coming out he house, say “Good morning”, in a nice way
Point at the man, wid he garbage in he hand, and tell him “How are you today?”.
Mind you, keep your voice down, be polite all the time, smile and even tip your felt hat
Just point at the garbage he come out to dump and say “Ah didn’t come back here fuh dat.”
So although I may gripe, I stay in the shop, as the Trinis say holding strain.
But if the nonsense doesn’t stop, ah talking it plain, yuh boy migrating again.
I hate to complain but this thing is a strain
The aggravation runs deep
And if I have to go I;m letting you know
I’ll be selling some things in a heap
I have three guitars and a new motor car
And I may have to sell them off cheap
So if you see Joe Blow or anybody
Driving my Camry van recklessly
Or some young musician, Dave guitar in hand
Gyrating in somebody band
I am down on my knees, and telling you flat
No, ah didn’t come back for that.
