Yes sir, Barbados, Barbados
The land of flyin' fish and potatoes
Yes sir, Barbados, Barbados
The land of flyin' fish and potatoes
What a beautiful island
Tourists go there to spend their vacation
And I just go there annually
Because I love the people's hospitality
Well let me tell her:
Lillian, Lillian, darling
Do please divorce your husband
If I got to swim or sell my clothes
I'm coming back to the Island of Barbados
In Trinidad the girls may get fretful
And say the Lord Invader's ungrateful
But, when I had plenty money
I spent it with them extravagantly
Homes for them I furnished
Now I am suffering financial paralysis
What they did to me is a mortal sin
But is Barbadian Lillian who took me in
So let me tell her:
Lillian, Lillian, darling
Please divorce your husband
If I got to swim or sell my clothes
I'm coming back to the Island of Barbados
The Bajan girls are so accomodating
Fascinating and don't talk 'bout romancing
When I wake in the morning
They trolley to my bed, is breakfast they serving
Flyin' fish for dinner
Turkey and lamb and sometimes is lobster
What made Lillian go staring mad
When I told her that I going back to Trinidad
Well let me tell her:
Lillian, Lillian, darling
Do please divorce your husband
If I got to swim or sell my clothes
I'm coming back to the Island of Barbados