Cynthia, the Musician

Cynthia the musician
Take me mouth organ
Boy oh boy she could blow
Well ah didn't know
She could blow so sweet
Is the best thing ah ever meet
Because when she blowing to me
Suddenly she gone down in harmony

And hear me bawling:

Hello down there, Cynthia you tickling me
Hello down there, this music is killing me
Aye, aye, aye teacher Cynthia I feeling grand
Go ahead and blow the horn like Popeye the sailor man!

If you don't believe what I say
Ask Conrad Moshay
Hе lives in Port of Spain
And the man involved namе is Bain
Well I have to confess
Bain say Cynthia beat all the rest
Because after she blow the tune
Poor Bainy had to jump up and croon

Hear him bawling:

Hello down there, the music tickling me
Hello down there, oh this is killing me
Aye, aye, aye teach Cynthia I feeling grand
Go ahead and blow the horn like Popeye the sailor man!

If you see this teacher
She looks like a preacher
Oh, what a lovely smile
And I hear she is versatile
She plays guitar and piano
She's really a boss when she starts to blow
Well she's a good musician
I would take she any day in me band

And just to bawl out:

Hello down there, Cynthia you tickling me
Hello down there, oh this music is killing me
Aye, aye, aye teacher Cynthia I feeling grand
Go ahead and play the horn like Popeye the sailor man!

Well, she looks just like twenty-two
Fooling me and you
But she is over thirty
Just now you will see
Suddenly one day
The female Dorian Gray
But ah hear the older they get
Is the sweeter dey would blow the clarinet

So don't you worry...

Hello down there, the music tickling me
Hello down there, this rhythm is killing me
Aye, aye, aye, teacher Cynthia I feeling grand
Go ahead and blow the horn like Popeye the sailor man!