Well the girls in town feeling bad
No more Yankees in Trinidad 
They going to close down the base for good
Them girls have to make out how they could
Brother is now they park up in town
In for a penny, and in for a pound
Believe me [bad word] for so
Trouble in the town when the price drop low
 [bad word] 

So when you bounce up Jean and Dinah
Rosita and Clementina, round the corner posing
Bet your life is something they selling 
And if you catch them
You can get em all for nothing 
Don't make no row, the yankees gone, Sparrow take over now 

Things bad is to hear them cry 
Not a sailor in town, the night clubs dry 
Only West Indians like me or you 
Are able to get a drink or two 
And as we have things back in control 
Ah seeking revenge with me heart and soul 
Brother when I spread the news around 
Is to see how them cave [bad word] into town 

(This verse is sometimes omitted) 
When the Yankee was in full swing 
Just imagine how I was suffering 
Mavis told me straight to me face 
How she find I too fast and out of place 
No, no, no, they would start to fret 
Money or not poor Sparrow can't get 
Because with the Yankees they have it cool 
Calypsonians too hard to fool 

It's the glamour boys again
We are going [bad word] Port of Spain
No more Yankees to spoil the fete
Dorothy have to take what she get
All of them who used to make style
While they taking two shillling with a smile
No more hotel to rest your head
By the sweat of thy brow thou shall eat bread