The Puddin

Well they see me with me woman walking the street
They watching me and grinding their teeth
They don’t know why I love her so
Oh no, I know they don’t know
Well they find that the woman too damn ugly
And they feel to theirselves I mamaguying she
They don’t know why I love her so
Oh no, no, I know they don’t know
The taste of the pudding is in the eating
I said the taste of the pudding is in the eating
I don’t mind she look like a smoked herring
She really got the pudding
Sometimes we fête in Los Iros
And sometimes we fête in San Fernando
They don’t know why I love her so
Oh no, I know they don’t know
I had to send she back to Caracas
Because I catch she with a man in Maracas
They don’t know why I love her so
Oh no, I know they don’t know
The taste of the pudding is in the eating
I said the taste of the pudding is in the eating
I don’t mind she look like a smoked herring
She really got the pudding
Anytime you see me whether day or night
She always with me, she never out of sight
They don’t know why I love her so
Oh no, I know they don’t know
People say she have me stupidy
She horning me and I can’t see
They don’t know why I love her so
Oh no, I know they don’t know
The taste of the pudding is in the eating
I said the taste of the pudding is in the eating
I don’t mind she foot like a pelican
She really got the pudding
If she dress in blue, I dress in blue
And if she dress in black, I don black right through
They don’t know why I love her so
Oh no, no, I know they don’t know
If she put on clothes, I put on too
If she take off, well I take off too
They don’t know why I love her so
Oh no, I know they don’t know
The taste of the pudding is in the eating
I said the taste of the pudding is in the eating
I don’t mind she look like a smoked herring
She really got the pudding