| I went to a dance in New York City
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| Last week Saturday night
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| With a big fat mama from Mississippi
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| I rarely was uptight
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| The band start swinging with the boogaloo
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| She said, «Sparrow, please
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| I’m going to teach this dance to you
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| Take me back to the West Indies»
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| And she tell me…
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| «You got to learn me Calypso Boogaloo
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| You got to learn me Calypso Boogaloo.»
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| Take it back to the West Indes
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| Underneath the coconut trees
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| (Sock it to me baby. Ahh
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| Come on. |
| Come on, mama
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| Do the thing now)
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| The Mississippi Mama start to work it up more
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| Three policemen try but couldn’t make she stop
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| So they say she crazy like hell
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| Then she shoe heel break and she quick fall down
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| Everybody started to laugh
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| Because she started draggin' on the ground
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| And she bus' up in half
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| 'Til she bawlin'
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| «You got to learn to do the Calypso Boogaloo
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| You got to learn to do the Calypso Boogaloo.»
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| Take it back to the West Indes
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| Underneath the coconut trees
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| (C'mon mama. Uh-huh. Whoa! Whoa!)
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| As long as I live I will never, never, never, never, never forget
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| The big fat Mississippi Mama at the Rockland Palace Fete
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| Man, I felt so good I am telling you
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| When the steel band started to fight
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| Old Harris put me in a taxi and then I missed that mama that night
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| 'Til she bawlin'…
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| «You got to learn to do the Calypso Boogaloo
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| You got to learn to do the Calypso Boogaloo.»
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| Take it back to the West Indes
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| Underneath the coconut trees |