Rain-O-Rama

Well, they moan and they fuss

And they say we want we fete

And they abuse and they cuss

And they say, "This is a threat"

Yes, they damn and they blast

And they say, "We hope it ain't true"

They won't dare to cancel

We jump up 1972

Mama, when they hear they go get the carnival

All masqueraders on heat

Well, they didn't care if it was official

But they start turning beast on the street

And they start to jump around (Yeah!)

And they start to tumble down (Yeah!)

And they fall down on the ground (Yeah!)

If you see how they gale

But what was so comical

In the midst of bacchanal

Rain come and wash out Massey May

Some of them even say

It's the guns and one cocoa

So they won't let we play

And they blaming polio

Do they think they could fool

All we know? They better do fast

Polio or no polio, man, we want we mas!

Mama, when they hear they go get the carnival (Woy, woy)

All masqueraders on heat

Well, they didn't care if it was official

But they start turning beast on the street

And they start to jump around (Yeah!)

And they start to tumble down (Yeah!)

And they fall down on the ground (Yeah!)

If you see how they gale

But what was so comical

In the midst of bacchanal

Rain come and wash out Massey May

When the news hit the town

The bandleaders rail up then

Well, they can't throw we down

'Cause a lot of money spent

And they know very well

Everybody have their minds bent

So they have to try and save us

This embarrassment

Mama, when they hear they go get the carnival (Aye, aye)

All masqueraders on heat

Well, they didn't care if it was official

But they start turning beast on the street

And they start to jump around (Yeah!)

And they start to tumble down (Yeah!)

And they fall down on the ground (Yeah!)

If you see how they gale

But what was so comical

In the midst of bacchanal

Rain come and wash out Massey May

One or two big chefs say

That it is impertinent

To suggest we should play

Carnival after the Lent

Well, the crowd start to bawl

They know what they talking 'bout

Why these so-and-so hypocrites

Don't shut up their mouth?

Mama, when they hear they go get the carnival (Woy, woy, woy)

All masqueraders on heat

Well, they didn't care if it was official

But they start turning beast on the street

And they start to jump around (Yeah!)

And they start to tumble down (Yeah!)

And they fall down on the ground (Yeah!)

If you see how they gale

But what was so comical

In the midst of bacchanal

Rain come and wash out Massey May