Jean and Dinah - Robert Mitchum

Well the girls in town feeling bad

No more Yankees in Trinidad

They going to close down the base for good

Them girls have to make out how they could

Brother is now they park up in town

In for a penny, and in for a pound

Believe me it’s competition for so

Trouble in the town when the price drop low

Bouncing up with Jean and Dinah

Rosita and Clementina, round the corner posing

Bet your life is something they selling

And if you catch them

You can get em all for nothing

Don’t make no row, the yankees gone, the West Indians take over now

Things bad is to hear them cry

Not a sailor in town, the night clubs dry

Only West Indians like me or you

Are able to get a drink or two

And as we have things back in control

Ah seeking revenge with me heart and soul

Brother when I spread the news around

Is to see how them cave men come into town

Bouncing up with Jean and Dinah

Rosita and Clementina, round the corner posing

Bet your life is something they selling

And if you catch them

You can get em all for nothing

Don’t make no row, the yankees gone, the West Indians take over now

When the Yankee was in full swing

Just imagine how I was suffering

Mavis told me straight to me face

How she find I too fast and out of place

No, no, no, they would start to fret

Money or not poor Sparrow can’t get

Because with the Yankees they have it cool

Calypsonians too hard to fool

Bouncing up with Jean and Dinah

Rosita and Clementina, round the corner posing

Bet your life is something they selling

And if you catch them

You can get em all for nothing

Don’t make no row, the yankees gone, the West Indians take over now

It’s the glamour boys again

We are going to rule Port of Spain

No more Yankees to spoil the fete

Dorothy have to take what she get

All of them who used to make style

While they taking two shillling with a smile

No more hotel to rest your head

By the sweat of thy brow thou shall eat bread

Bouncing up with Jean and Dinah

Rosita and Clementina, round the corner posing

Bet your life is something they selling

And if you catch them

You can get em all for nothing

Don’t make no row, the yankees gone, the West Indians take over now