Calypso

Me oyster,
Me oyster,
Me sorrowful oyster,
Raw and is milky,
And glides down me gullet,
Slick, like a monkey.

Me woman,
She horny,
She like bitta rumpy,
Her kiss like Tabasco,
Her skin like ripe mango,
She robbin' me oysters,
It make her feel sexy.

She busy me mobile,
And smoke all me ganja,
And drink me Bacardi,
To swill down me oysters.

And when she get dizzy,
She dance to me reggae,
Movin' her body,
'til me soul in her pocket.