by Lord Invader, Trinidad and Tobago.
Lord Invader:
Yes, my mother dead and my father disown me / What am I to do? / My mother died and my father disown me / What am I to do? / I am livin’ in this world, I ain’t got nobody / Not a brother, sister, nor cousin, family / War and rebellion when I meet calypsonian / My intention is war.
Dictator, you insolent boobie, delirious mule / Audacious slum monger, you’re out of rule / Your abnormal expressions worth no while in hearing / Descend at once, Dictator, and stop your sneering / You gabilous squabbler, illiterate ape / Now you are in a terrible scrape / Dictator, you resemble Manuel Gogo / A fowl thief from Tobago / My intention is war.
Mighty Dictator:
Now Lord Invader, why you pick on me? / Remember that I was near your family / Take it from me in calypso / Remember me once in San Fernando / Now believe I can give you the score / Remember, you were sleeping on the floor / I used to mash your head / Going to sleep on my bed / My intention is war.
Invader:
Now calypso singing is such a technical thing / It was not made for one and every to sing / How by the heavens can this songster win? / Except by necromancy, that is a sin / My head is like a book that is well compact / My tongue is like a gun that never yet snap / And I’m sorry, Dictator, / If he molest with Invader / My intention is war.
Dictator:
Now Lord Invader, fighting makes no sense / Why not say something of eloquence? / Talk about the boys playing the music / And with that, please do not do any trick / Remember that I am a Lord / And on the bass, we have Mr. Ford / The Duke Of Iron of calypso / The master playing the piano.
Invader:
Now Dictator, what a boobie / You’re a calypsonian [ain’t?] / To sing this verse I give you satisfaction / Hear the gentleman there, he’s sitting up there / Sitting there, without any fear / Rhyme a verse extemporaneously / As to prove your singing ability / And if you give me satisfaction / You’re known as the champion / My intention is war.
Dictator:
To sing on the gentleman, I’ll take the choice / He’s my friend, his name is Lawrence / He’s a very great guitar player / And you can take this tip from the Dictator / On him I have to make no attack / He’s sitting there all dressed in black / And I’ll tell you why, he’s a chap / He’s wearing a red tie / My intention is war.
Invader:
I think we goin’ out.
Now Mighty Dictator, put your hands in mine / That verse that you sung is well, superfine / You know that I know you in Trinidad / And you are king in singing calypso ballad.
Dictator:
Now Invader, you too are really great / And my statement no one can adjudicate / Put your hand in mine / Let our friendship remain sublime.
Invader:
War, war, war, war, war — la da day, la da doy / La da day, la da day, la da doy.
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My Intention is War · Lord Invader
Calypso in New York
℗ 2000 Smithsonian Folkways Recordings
Released on: 2000-09-26
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