Santi Manite

 Sans Humanite

No no no no no I say no my answer is no
No no no no I say no My answer is no
You may come with your rod of operation
No no no no consolation
Grieve and pain with bad education

Sans humanité

Man, I pity their condition/ When they have no ammunition
For to fight with a lion in an open competition
In anticipation for the coming celebration
War, man, this is war and rebellion ’cause from me they shall suffer execution
For against me they use their bad diction
And I highly eloquent in the House of Parliament
Sans humanité

The earth a-tremblin and a tumbling and heavens are falling

All because the Lion is roaring

My tongue is like the blast of a gun

When I frown monarchs are going to bow to the ground

Devastation, destruction, desolation and damnation

All these I inflict on insubordination

With my gleaming sword in hand

Tell Houdini

This is the hour of destiny

Oh Lennox if you can, won’t you play us the silver pan
It looks like an oil drum, that was pressed by a giant’s thumb
Well they say you play it the best, well let’s put you to the test
And if you fumble it bad, we’ll send you back to Trinidad

Oh Barry I heard you dance, like a man in a voodoo trance
Sometimes you jump so high, people fear and run and cry
But there’s something they don’t know, he had his jump setting on Low
For when he dances and plays the bass, sends the ladies to outer space

Oh Mr. Montgomery, you are a picture of elegantry
And as well as a smashin’ suit, you always wear the perfect boots
But when you start a conversation, we are confused by your diction
For your accent is oh so thick, you need a translator to make it stick

Oh Nicky you captain the boat, trying to keep this liner afloat
And if the weather gets rough, well take the wheel and get tough
But the crew has a minor concern, when it comes to the music they’ve learnt
Well they all seem to play the right song,
but you always get the lyrics wrong.