Barbados

Yes sir, Barbados, Barbados
 The land of flyin' fish and potatoes
 Yes sir, Barbados, Barbados
 The land of flyin' fish and potatoes
 What a beautiful island
 Tourists go there to spend their vacation
 And I just go there annually
 Because I love the people's hospitality
 Well let me tell her:
 Lillian, Lillian, darling
 Do please divorce your husband
 If I got to swim or sell my clothes
 I'm coming back to the Island of Barbados
 In Trinidad the girls may get fretful
 And say the Lord Invader's ungrateful
 But, when I had plenty money
 I spent it with them extravagantly
 Homes for them I furnished
 Now I am suffering financial paralysis
 What they did to me is a mortal sin
 But is Barbadian Lillian who took me in
 So let me tell her:
 Lillian, Lillian, darling
 Please divorce your husband
 If I got to swim or sell my clothes
 I'm coming back to the Island of Barbados
 The Bajan girls are so accomodating
 Fascinating and don't talk 'bout romancing
 When I wake in the morning
 They trolley to my bed, is breakfast they serving
 Flyin' fish for dinner
 Turkey and lamb and sometimes is lobster
 What made Lillian go staring mad
 When I told her that I going back to Trinidad
 Well let me tell her:
 Lillian, Lillian, darling
 Do please divorce your husband
 If I got to swim or sell my clothes
 I'm coming back to the Island of Barbados