National Park

National parkers are going around
Into my farm they seat and walk
Telling everybody all around the town:
This is National Park (repeat)
They want to get full details
How long I owned this piece of land
No tell no lie or you going to jail
That’s what they made me to understand
They want to know my mother’s name
From where she went and when she came
What kind of fellow was my grandfather
How long since he married to my mother
I say your question is hard for me
Give me a chance and I will see
Finally I came to a conclusion
I find an answer to your question (repeat)
My grandmother was an Anglican
My grandfather was Jonathan
They got a little boy, he was very bad
When the fellow dead, they were more than glad
Me mother was Elizabeth an Israelite
Me daddy was Willy, an malachite
When it come to me, I don’t have no land
I’m a true-born calypsonian