Trini 2 De Bone

Islands in the sun Islands in the fun Welcome welcome one and all, to de land of fete Trini to bone, bego to the bo When it come to bacchanal, well, they can't beat we yet Trini to bone, bego to the bo Look, sweet women parade abundantly De bredren, they're full of energy Some people say God is a Trini Paradise and all convincing me God gave us a spirit firey But nothing 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 Oh how I love up me 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 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 me country Sweet sweet T and T We come from de place where the people have the real energy Trini to the bone, bego to the bo You can get a beach on da somebody heat really come from we Trini to the bone, bego to the bo You can't miss a real Trini roadie But look a crab run in from Akorie The tasyaranpan ya calling me But I gotta get there in a hurry 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 de country Sweet sweet T and T, Lord how I love up dis country No place in dis world I'd rather be Lord how I love up me country yeah, yeah yeah All dis sugar can't be good for me (Oh oh) from Couva to Signal Hill (Oh oh) Arima to Charlotteville (Oh oh) Matelot down to Port-A-Spain (Oh oh) yeah yeah, we playin' mas sun or rain 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 (Rudder rant) 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 Chinese Serian, French-Creole and Portuguese We vex with a spirit fiery Some people say God is a Trini Sweet women parade abundantly Now de problem is plain to see Sweet sweet T and T, oh how I love up me country Sweet sweet T and T, no place on earth I'd rather be Sweet sweet T and T, oh how I love up me country Sweet sweet T and T, all dis sugar can't be good for me (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 Oh how I love up me country Sweet T and T