O how my mouth is watering
For the taste of a little home food
Much as I love this England
There is nothing like Caribbean food!

>From first thing in the morning
My belly start to rumble:
“Give me saltfish and bake
Or I gon continue to grumble!”

At eleven o’clock again
I licking my lips, imagining
A nice piece of fresh star-apple,
Genip, pink guava, a stick of sugar-cane.

O how my mouth is watering
For the taste of a little home food
Much as I love this England
There is nothing like Caribbean food!

At lunch-time I am spoilt for choice
Give me curry and roti … no, dhall puri!
Give me my mummy cook-up rice
With black-eye beans and coconut.

I’ll have some shrimp and calaloo
With fry fish on the side
Fry plantain and eddo
And chicken chowmein too!

O how my mouth is watering
For the taste of a little home food
Much as I love this England
There is nothing like Caribbean food!

Tea-time now, is butter-flap,
Is sugar-cake and coconut cake
A spice bun and a patty
And a tall glass of sorrel
Dinner-time now, what left to eat?
Dhall and rice and hassa fish
Corn pone and sour sop …
Then my belly gon full, then my belly won’t grumble,
At least not till tomorrow!