Sister Shirley aren’t no bourgeois,
She going to college, she mud up, she mud up
She going to college to get her degree,
To get her degree in biology
To my great surprised
When I open my eyes
Ah see Sister Shirley looking fat like ah steam down dumpling.
How she got in not so she came out
Somebody gave her an honouree
With ah human hand broach and a set of disappears
Everybody asking who the father is
It couldn’t be the principal master
Because he just came in as a young Casanova
It couldn’t be the old gang buster, cause they all in prison for abusing a daughter.
The words get around to the village hut and poor sister Shirley got very hurt.
Her mother gave her the matching sign, with her blouse and skit wrapped up in ah bundle,
Poor sister Shirley now is running wild in the jungle
When Sister Shirley was going to college.
She was cutting style like ah new designer,
Nobody know carpentry Joe was here father,
No body know the local fish monger was her mother
Now Sister Shirley is running wild in the jungle
Everybody knows that she mud up, she mud up.
And all the old folks the keep on gossiping
What she going to do now.
And all the children they jump and singing
Underneath the coca, underneath the coca
For she, with her basket on her head.
And her cutlass in her hand,
Cutting the sugar cane,
Cutting the banana
Picking up the nutmegs
Juking the coca
Cracking open the coca
Underneath the coca,
Underneath the coca, underneath the coca for she.
© TRUDIBAPTISTE THE DUB POET.