Eve

Since in the days of Adam
Eve was making confusion
Since in the days of Adam
Eve was making confusion
We have a next Eve in St. Thomas
She is a troublemaker of class
Fifty years old and this old brute
Still want to share the forbidden fruit
She so old and frustrated, always intoxicated
Always suing somebody, or somebody suing she
She so damn miserable and so disagreeable
This old witch so bad I had to run back to Trinidad
Night after night she worry
If a next girl just talk to me
What is the reason I don’t know
But she always getting on so
Sometime she face bright like the moon
Sometime it wrinkle up like a prune
With all of that she fussing from day to day
Eve with she face like Dorian Grey
She so old and frustrated, always intoxicated
Always suing somebody, or somebody suing she
She so damn miserable and so disagreeable
This old witch so bad I had to float back to Trinidad
I come to one conclusion
Her big problem is a husband
Fifty years old and she ain’t settle
Now is the time she fall in stinging nettle
So there is nothing more she can do
Than to make trouble for me and you
Poor soul accept my sympathy
May she find a man to make she happy
She so old and frustrated, always intoxicated
Always suing somebody, or somebody suing she
She so damn miserable and so disagreeable
This old witch so bad I had to run back to Trinidad
Well she walks about the City
Owing almost everybody
And she wouldn’t pay one penny
Unless is through lawyers, judge, and jury
This confusing Jezebel
Will confuse the devil in hell
That is a bastard of
And if I had a dog I won’t call it Eve
Eve intoxicated, always frustrated
Always suing somebody, or somebody suing she
She so damn miserable, she so disagreeable
This old witch so bad I had to run back to Trinidad