Lyrics
Since in the days of Adam
Eve was making confusion
Since in the days of Adam
Eve was making confusion
We' have a next Eve in St. Thomas
She is a trouble maker of class
Fifty years old and this old brute
Still want to share the forbidden fruit
She so old and frustrated
Always intoxicated
Always sueing somebody
Or somebody sueing she
She so damn miserable
And disagreeable
This old witch so bad
Ah had to run back to Trinidad
Night after night she worry
If a next girl just talk to me
What is the reason I don't know
Why she getting on so
Sometime she face bright like a moon
Sometime it wrinkle up like a prune
With all of that she fussing from day to day
Eve with she face like Dorian Grey
She so old and frustrated
Always intoxicated
Always sueing somebody
Or somebody sueing she
She so damn miserable
And disagreeable
This old witch so bad
Ah had to run back to Trinidad
I come to one conclusion
Her big problem is a husband
Fifty years old and she ain't settle
Now is the time she fall in stinging nettle
So there is nothing more she can do
Than to make trouble for me and you
Poor soul accept my sympathy
May she find a man to make she happy
She so old and frustrated
Always intoxicated
Always sueing somebody
Or somebody sueing she
She so damn miserable
And disagreeable
This old witch so bad
Ah had to run back to Trinidad
She walks about the city
Owing almost everybody
And she wouldn't pay one penny
Unless is through lawyers, judge or jury
This confusing Jezebel
Will confuse the devil in hell
That is a bastard of class
And if I had a dog I won't call it Eve
Eve so old and intoxicated
Always frustrated
Always sueing somebody
Or somebody sueing she
She's so damn miserable
She's so and disagreeable
This old witch so bad
Ah had to run back to Trinidad
