TRINIDAD LOVES TO PLAY CARNIVAL - The Growler

[CHORUS] Ah mean to seh wi love wi carnival
Born Trinidadians adoring carnival
Cause we could run out in the band
Hold onto the gal and make a decent bacchanal
What it is it all

For us at six in the morning, to hear the bamboo at the bottle out the ?
yawning?
Lord, and when they strike the minor tones
Believe me friends you bound to jump and shake your bones
What it is at all

To see the bands up and down the town
The cripple is strong and old and young
Lord, and when they hear the bamboo play
Black and white, everybody break away
What it is at all

On that two-days holiday
You can believe everybody want to play
Some of these, they walk and dance
Don't tell them nothin' till the glorious morning comes
What it is at all

On Tuesday night, when it come to the ending
You could believe it is fire in the rhythm
Every note from the bottle
Makes everybody like a god singin' it all
What it is at all

You can shout your sweet refrain
Boys and girls, drink your rum and make your name
But all you do, no misbehavior
Otherwise you'll surely find yourself in Carrera
Why-ay-ay

Even foreigners from far and near
Come to enjoy this festival every year
And you can candidly believe me
They don't even remember the country
What it is at all