I heard this calypso song on Spotify and transcribed it. You can hear it on YouTube.


FIFTY CENTS
As recorded by the Duke of Iron

I took my girl to a rock 'n' roll; it was a social bop.
And after the ball was over, of course the music stop.
I took her to a restaurant, the finest on the street.
She said she wasn't hungry, but listen to what she eat:
A dozen hot dogs with sauerkraut, hamburgers on rye,
Then she ordered her scrambled eggs with such a gleam in her eye.
Chicken stew and muffins too; her appetite was immense.
When she called for pie I thought I would die 'cause I only had fifty cents.

Of course she was a delicate girl; I never thought she could eat.
But I had no more money in my coat to give her a lovely treat.
Then next I asked her what she'd drink; she said with an awful tank:
"Young gentleman, I'm not thirsty," but listen to what she drank:
A pint of gin, a pink lady, a bloody Mary,
A lemon pop with some rum on top, and a drink they call the zombie,
A ginger ale, a gin cocktail; I thought she had better sense.
When she called for rum, I got deaf and dumb 'cause I only had fifty cents.

Well, to finish up with this delicate girl, she clean out the ice cream can,
And she said: "Sweetheart, I must tell mama you are really a fine young man,
And next when you go out for fun, I'll fetch the family round."
So I paid the waiter the fifty cents and then the bouncing begun.
Oh, he bust my nose and he tore my clothes; I washed dishes and swept the floor.
Then I realize I had two black eyes and was stumbling through the door.
He grabbed me where my pants was torn and kicked me over the fence,
And he said: "Young man, never treat that girl when you only got fifty cents."