Mama Don't Want No Peas an' Rice an' Coconut Oil

Transcribed from Cleo Brown, vocalist, recorded June 2, 1935,
From: Cleo Brown: The Legendary Cleo Brown, President Records, PLCD 548.

When you're cruisin' down in luck, by the sea,
And you're all pepped up on gin, and Baccardi,
Then you dance and sing all night,
Till the island heaves in sight,
And you'll hear the natives sing merrily:

Mama don't want no peas an' rice an' coconut oil,
Mama don't want no peas an' rice an' coconut oil,
Mama don't want no peas an' rice;
She don't want no coconut oil,
Keeps a bottle of brandy handy all the time!

Mama don't want no gin because it makes her sin,
Mama don't want no gin because it makes her sin,
Mama don't want no glass of gin,
'Cause it's bound to make her sin,
Keeps her hot and bothered all around the chin.

Mama complains she's got a pain across her chest,
Mama complains she's got a pain across her chest,
Mama complains she's got a pain,
And the reason's very plain,
The food that papa gave mama won't digest.

Mama, she likes the rum, it fills her soul with fun,
Mama, she likes the rum, it fills her soul with fun,
Mama, she likes to have her rum,
Says it fills her soul with fun;
And that it makes her feel like whoopee all the time!

When you're down in Mishawaka by the sea,
When you're down in Mishawaka by the sea,
When you're down in Mishawaka
Fill up on good old Baccardi,
Down in Mishawaka, you're surviving!

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Published 12/30/99.

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