Lyrics
Islands in the sun
Islands in the fun
Welcome welcome one and all, to de land of fete
Trini to bone, bego to the bo
When it come to bacchanal, well, they can't beat we yet
Trini to bone, bego to the bo
Look, sweet women parade abundantly
De bredren, they're full of energy
Some people say God is a Trini
Paradise and all convincing me
God gave us a spirit firey
But nothing in de world don't bother we
But look a smart man gone wid we money
We still come out and mash up de party
Sweet sweet T and T, oh how I love up dis country
Sweet sweet T and T, no place in dis world I'd rather be
Oh how I love up me country!
Sweet sweet T and T, all dis sugar can't be good for me
(Oh oh) from Toco to Caroni
(Oh oh) Maravel to Sans Souci
(Oh oh) from Scarborough to Coco Reef
(Oh oh) profiling on Fredrick Street
Oh how I love up dis country, sweet sweet T and T
No place in dis world I'd rather be
Sweet sweet T and T, oh how I love up me country
Sweet sweet T and T
We come from de place where the people have the real energy
Trini to the bone, bego to the bo
You can get a beach on da somebody heat really come from we
Trini to the bone, bego to the bo
You can't miss a real Trini roadie
But look a crab run in from Akorie
The tasyaranpan ya calling me
But I gotta get there in a hurry
There's no place like home, some people say
Though some have to leave to make their way
But in their hearts I know their destiny
To come home and big up de country
Sweet sweet T and T, Lord how I love up dis country
No place in dis world I'd rather be
Lord how I love up me country yeah, yeah yeah
All dis sugar can't be good for me
(Oh oh) from Couva to Signal Hill
(Oh oh) Arima to Charlotteville
(Oh oh) Matelot down to Port-A-Spain
(Oh oh) yeah yeah, we playin' mas sun or rain
Sweet sweet T and T, oh how I love up dis country
Sweet sweet T and T, no place in dis world I'd rather be
(Rudder rant)
Look ah Trini gyal dey, she breaking away
Tobago gyal, oh what a bacchanal
De men gone wild, de wickedest style
De gyal look back, dey on de attack
De style just change, man re-arrange
De fete gone clear, cause nothing can compare to a Trini rising
Oh no no, nothing can compare to a Trini rising
As crazy as we might seem to be
We still fight to be a family
Indian, African or a Chinese
Serian, French-Creole and Portuguese
We vex with a spirit fiery
Some people say God is a Trini
Sweet women parade abundantly
Now de problem is plain to see
Sweet sweet T and T, oh how I love up me country
Sweet sweet T and T, no place on earth I'd rather be
Sweet sweet T and T, oh how I love up me country
Sweet sweet T and T, all dis sugar can't be good for me
(Oh oh) West Mooring to Locirot
(Oh oh) from Sando to Mayaro
(Oh oh) from Penal to Grand Riviére
(Oh oh) sweetness in abundance everywhere
Oh how I love up me country
Sweet T and T
