Guyanese Boy

I’m a typical case, I ain’t come to boast

Living with my wife in her casa East Coast

Pretty bungalow; two mango tree

Three dogs – Peppa, Jet and Choo

And if you ask me the best, ah not sure who

They each got their smartness, each got their way

It depends if they’re hungry and what time of day

 

My mother said, “In life there’ll be times when the tides are high

And the boat will be rocking as you try, just never give up, never give up

It’s hard to believe but you gotta believe

To achieve whatever you need to achieve, just never give up, never give up.

Unna better put a couple dollars away.”

Now the cost of living rising every day

And now I understand what she was trying to say

 

It’s Guyana that keeps me holding on. It’s Guyana that makes me carry on.

 

I was up in the grocery getting some beans

Me and the whole East Coast it seems

I was also planning to get some bread

But the price tag brother, nearly kill me dead

Kindly write a letter begging somebody please

Help me understand these hospital fees

The way it’s going now clickety click

Only rich people can afford to be sick

 

(CHORUS) My mother said (etc.)

It’s Guyana that keeps me holding on. It’s Guyana that makes me carry on.

 

It’s hot like pepper but it will get better

Don’t let yourself give in to the pressure

Eat margarine instead of butter

Don’t let yourself fall into the gutter

Keep on grooving keep your backside moving

Sooner or later you’ll see things improving

Think positively. Don’t think bitter.

You got your metem and your pumpkin fritter

 

(CHORUS)

It’s Guyana that keeps me holding on. It’s Guyana that makes me carry on.

My momma told me listen to your momma she knows

Don’t go puttin’ nothin’ up in your nose

If you go drugging or drinking rum

Momma gonna come and beat you tail like a drum

Things are really kinda tough in town

But sooner or later it will turn around

So hold strain steady wid curry and souse

And always have some pigeon peas in the house

It’s Guyana that keeps me holding on. It’s Guyana that makes me carry on.

It’s Guyana that keeps me holding on. It’s Guyana that makes me carry on.