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​Aye! Tracy so cold, she vibrating in de breeze!
England winter is ah killer, making her knees freeze!
She want de sun, she want de sand, she want to see de sea!
She bawling out for ah ticket, straight to Trinidad, oui!
Give me doubles! Give me doubles! And de macaroni pie!
In England I will catch flu, I rather live high!
​Verse 1
​It nine o'clock in de morning, and Tracy in de duvet,
De window pane is icy, she praying for de daylight.
She wrap up in ah coca-panyul, from head to little toe,
De central heating vex, she say, "I cyan take dis snow!"
She dreaming of de Caribbean, de place where de sun shine bright,
She wish she was in Port-of-Spain, enjoying de sweet moonlight!
​Verse 2
​Tracy remember de aroma, of ah slice of cheese pie,
Baked in de oven in Marabella, reaching up to de sky!
She sighing for de channa, simmered down in curry spice,
Wrapped up in ah bara, oh mammy, so very nice!
She looking at de telly, she seeing de palm trees sway,
She say, "I packing up my suitcase, I leaving here today!"
​Verse 3 (De fellas)
​But listen to de fellas, de ones who live near!
Roger de wheeler dealer is doing de business deals, clear!
He eating all de bake and shark he can manage to find,
Ducking and diving, deals always on de mind!
And Chester in de corner, with ah look so refined,
He having his wee dram, de best that he can mind!
Ah sweet Scottish malt whisky, sipping it slow and bold,
He telling Tracy, "Warm up, lass, it's just ah wee bit cold!"
​Chorus
​Aye! Tracy so cold, she vibrating in de breeze!
England winter is ah killer, making her knees freeze!
She want de sun, she want de sand, she want to see de sea!
She bawling out for ah ticket, straight to Trinidad, oui!
Give me doubles! Give me doubles! And de macaroni pie!
In England I will catch flu, I rather live high!