Talk More Talk and Ole Talk

The Troubadors International and some old calypsonians too

Are responsible for making our music true

Lyrical geniuses with a great sense of rhythm

Kept people dancing and singing just craving for some

Music draws us in and develops its own personalities

Our Crop Over festival is one of many of these 

Right around the Caribbean carnivals come alive

Entertainers like singers and dancers at this time thrive

They look forward to costumes worn by their loyal revelers

A skimpy piece of decorative clothing which covers

Little or nothing made to bring a larger crowd

Kaiso is evolving to glitz, brass and drums out loud

And we gradually sell our art form bit by bit

Now debating on changing the name so it might better fit

Desires of few at the expense of many

Our Crop Over is dwindling to a festival of nudity

Lewd behavior replacing festival traditions

Every song offers jump, wave, “juck” and other invitations

The crafty mix of double entendre with social commentaries

Are lost to the young and uprising celebrities

Lost musicality, lyrical mastery and soon our name too

Kaiso we thing, Crop Over more than a carnival, Bajans wah we gine do?