Trini 2 De Bone Songtext

von David Rudder

Islands in the sun
Islands in the fun

Welcome, welcome one and all to de land of fete
Trini to bone, trini to de bone
When it come to bacchanal, well they can't beat we yet
Trini to bone, trini to de bone
Look, sweet women parade abundantly
De brendren dey full ah energy
Some people say God is a Trini
Paradise and all convincing me
God gave us a spirit- firey
But nut'in in de world don't bother we
But look a smart man gone wid we money
We still come out and mash up de party

(Sweet sweet T and T) Oh how I love up dis country
(Sweet sweet T and T) No place in dis world I'd rather be
(Sweet sweet T and T) Oh how I love up meh country
(Sweet sweet T and T) All dis sugar can't be good for me

(Oh oh) From Toco to Caroni
(Oh oh) Maravel to Sans Souci
(Oh oh) From Scarborough to Coco Reef
(Oh oh) Profiling on Fredrick Street

All these years I spent abroad in de cold, longing to be home
Trini to bone, trini to de bone
God I pray that some sweet day, I will no longer have to roam
Trini to bone, trini to de bone
De problems we have are plain to see
We prove we could stand de scrutiny
All and all, a true democracy
How we vote, is not how we party
There's no place like home some people say
Though some have to leave to make their way
But in their hearts I know their destiny
To come home and big up they country

(Oh oh) From Couva to Signal Hill
(Oh oh) Arima to Charlotteville
(Oh oh) Matelot down to Port-A-Spain
(Oh oh) We playin' mas sun or rain

(rudder chant)
Look ah Trini gyal dey, she breaking away
Tobago gyal, oh what a bacchanal
De men gone wild, de wickedest style
De gyal look back, dey on de attack
De style just change, man re-arrange
De fete gone clear, cause nothing can compare to a Trini rising
Oh no no, nothing can compare to a Trini rising

As crazy as we might seem to be
We still fight to be a family
Indian, African or a Chinee
Serian, French-Creole and Portugese
We vex with a spirit fiery
Some people say God is a Trini
Sweet women parade abundantly
Now de problem is plain to see

(Oh oh) West Mooring to Locirot
(Oh oh) From Sando to Mayaro
(Oh oh) From Penal to Grand Riviére
(Oh oh) Sweetness in abundance everywhere

No no no no
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
Sweet T and T