Motorcar Horn

FOR JESSICA, MY SWEET. - Neville Marcano, Growling Tiger, wrote this lovely calypso about fidelity.. <br /><br />MOTORCAR HORN <br /><br />My girl Veronica, she just make me bawl <br />With a taxi-driver, the guy's name is Paul. <br />We live in the country, she's working in the city. <br />Five o'clock every morning he blowing the horn for she. <br /><br />Don't mind she talking to he and he talking to she, <br />I don't mind he take her to work every morning in his taxi. <br />I don't mind they seeing each other and they carrying on, <br />But what I can't take is the way he blow that motorcar horn <br /><br />Five o'clock one morning, they wake me from sleeping. <br />I lie in me bed, I tire, I can't raise me head. <br />But they out there blowing constantly, I open to see <br />My girl in the backseat, dressed in her bikini. <br /><br />The neighbours are talking and they gossiping <br />About her behaviour with that man in that motorcar. <br />The rain was falling, nice time for romancing. <br />I had her so busy, that night was my jubilee, and she said: <br /><br />Don't mind me talking to he and he talking to me, <br />I am doing nothing funny, I give you that guaranty. <br />I tell her: Keep talking darling, the memory will linger on, <br />But to the day of my death I will never forget that motorcar horn.