You are in Guyana for a week, or for longer
Let me give you some background, it will serve you well.
I sum up by saying we have a mixed place.
Your first time coming to Guyana? I will give you the instant case.
Most of what you hear is bout, you better realize
The water on this side is very rough, so everything falls.
Guyana not like Barbados, Antigua or St. Kitts,
We are bigger than the British Isles, check it out with the Brits.
We have a wide variety of food, with food from far and wide,
So we have the standard rice and peas, but with fried fish inside.
Demerara, Essequibo, Berbice, and Pomeroon
Those are rivers, also counties, each a different moon.
In terms of food, friend, all sorts of things to eat,
Curry yes, lots of that, and shrimp, too, really sweet.
Carilla fried, mixed with bora, plantain chips with souse,
You will find that in a restaurant, or in someone’s house.
Contradictions, it must be admitted, we have them all the time
Some will make you fumes, but some will make you smile.
First of all the real place, so in the Caribbean,
If Guyanese says a place is close, they mean 50 miles.
The African people slept in White, a white cap called Persaud
Red-faced girl named Agnes Brown, it’s enough to send you crazy.
A Jewish cap from London, walking the Guyana breeze,
English accent, tall and thick, selling locksmiths and keys.
And Chinese names I’m swearing at you, you hurt yourself pronunciation
But the females have such lovely calves, walking and they bounce.
Some of these things I’m quite aware of will make you laugh, folks
But honestly this is Guyana, it’s real life here, no jokes.
We get apples from the United States, and Australia, too
Wines from around the world; just drink it, what the hell.
Guyana got nuff, wallaba and moose
And plenty of sugar estate friend, Mahaica and Leonora.
We make peppermint, back crab and chow mein as well
And good frying baking, Christmas cake, and a winning callaloo.
You will learn about sodium and bora, and the phrase “bun bun”
And when we say, “story over”, that means the talk that’s been done.
It doesn’t matter where you run, New York, London, Toronto
It doesn’t matter where you roam, anywhere you go.
Guyana never stops calling you back, you long for tropical heat
Back to leaning mango tree, Middle Walk, Carmichael Street
To the smooth skin of the corial, the surface of the sakiwinki
The pan bread calls you to buy at the store cake show
Noise passing a donkey cart from the way out there
That’s a sound in Guyana everywhere you go
And if you wander abroad, anywhere you choose
If it’s not Guyana, friend, you’re definitely missing out.
You are a GT, and you are, the place just fills your cup
But oh yeah, I freely admit, Guyana is a real mix.
Don’t worry, take two XM’s, work in a trip to Bourda
Leaning back, relaxing, cool breeze we say, in this mixed Guyana.
So in the end, the Guyanese in almost all cases
Wherever we go, we immediately run back to this mixed place.