Leggo

Lyrics

Carnival, J'ouvert morning,
Just as the band start parading
I in Scot's Row
Jamming tight with a leggo.

Pretty little Yankee tourist at that
She say she come down from Halifax
And she never see Carnival
So she come to join in the bacchanal.

She want to go jump and play she mas
Just like an Antiguan
She want to go jump up
And join in a J'ouvert jam.

Join in the greatest vehicle of expression
Jumping in a steelband
Dancing in the sun.

She want to romp
She want to dance
She want to jump
She want to prance

She want to mam
She want to jam
She blood run
cold every time she hear a pan roll.

Be-dong dong be-dong be-dong be-dong dong
Be-dong dong be-dong be-dong be-dong dong
Be-dong dong be-dong be-dong

She want to romp and shake she waist
She want to make mas in the place
She want to romance with a man
She want to wine, wine, wine, wine,
roll, roll, roll, roll,
jump, jump, jump, jump,
romp, romp, romp, romp...

From the start
You could see the girl love the art
We Calypso and we steelband
And she really love the jam session

Quietly the girl said to me
Shorty, what a glorious symphony.
The music seems to fill you with rage
And make you feel like you on a stage.

Oh what an artist to excitement moment of history
A gala of beauty
Festival of dance, song, and spring.
The melody, the harmony, look the rhythm
Singing in she brain,
Driving she insane.

She want to romp
She want to dance
She want to jump
She want to prance

She want to mam
She want to jam
She blood run
cold every time she hear a pan roll.

Be-dong dong be-dong be-dong be-dong dong
Be-dong dong be-dong be-dong be-dong dong
Be-dong dong be-dong be-dong

She want to romp and shake she waist
She want to make mas in the place
She want to romance with a man
She want to wine, wine, wine, wine,
roll, roll, roll, roll,
jump, jump, jump, jump,
romp, romp, romp, romp...

Mas for so
Look the panmen them on the go
Everybody shouting with glee
Wining, shaking their body

The place was hot and the music sweet
Prancing feet igniting the street
And then she couldn't take it no more
Suddenly the women explore

With an embraceful wobble
Just like if she was finman
Jumping without timing
Singing with a strange harmony

Jones and chipping men like if she would fall down
Too bags full of white rum
Underneath she arm.

She want to romp
She want to dance
She want to jump
She want to prance

She want to mam
She want to jam
She blood run
cold every time she hear a pan roll.

Be-dong dong be-dong be-dong be-dong dong
Be-dong dong be-dong be-dong be-dong dong
Be-dong dong be-dong be-dong

She want to romp and shake she waist
She want to make mas in the place
She want to romance with a man
She want to wine, wine, wine, wine,
roll, roll, roll, roll,
jump, jump, jump, jump,
romp, romp, romp, romp...