Verse 1
Just as a sign Grandmaster Kitch
still vuverneering Like the
spirit of a bee that really stung
me. In the year 2000, The
Grandmaster leave we, But that
bee brought the memories of his
legacy. Music sweet, so
mesmerizing, Makes you dance,
makes you prance like you in a
trance. It’s the genius of a man
and his versatility, So when yuh
hear ah pan strumming, “Ugh!”
amazing, “Aye!” in de spirit yuh
bound tuh ketch it, Just de
power of de pan as you’ll
understand.
Chorus 1, 3 & 4
Put yuh right hand ‘round yuh
neck, left hand ‘pon yuh waistband,
Just swing and sway, then dingolay
in style and fashion. {spoken}
(Fashion with ah passion) With
yuh body wukkin’ up shaking like an
earthquake, Yuh tell yuhself with
no mistake, That yuh have enough
rum in yuh black cake. So when yuh
make yuh “manémar” … is Kitch,
And yuh crouch below de bar … is
Kitch, Then yuh start to “chip a
chip”… is Kitch, Yuh own eyes fix
on yuh hip …is Kitch. The music
so heavy, it reaches into your soul,
It’s as if yuh under remote control.
Verse 2
The Flag Woman, you’ll understand,
is a real trip, As the spirit
takes over, she’s really lose it.
She does “carré” down and “bassé”
down to de ground, As she laments
her war cry, “Aye yah yai yai yai”.
Waving flag just like ah conductor,
Swinging left, swinging right
and swinging centre, You cannot
help but adore her with her smooth
agility, With the steelband
pulsating, music vibrating, Is
heavy jamming, Flag Woman flammin’,
Just de power of de
Pan in she pampalam.
Chorus 2
She put she right hand ‘round she
neck, left hand ‘pon she waistband,
She swing and sway, then dingolay in
style and fashion. {spoken}
(Fashion
with ah passion) With she body
wukkin’ up shaking like an
earthquake, She tell sheself with
no mistake, That she have enough
rum in she black cake. So when she
make she “manémar” … is Kitch,
And she crouch below de bar … is
Kitch, Then she start to “chip a
chip”… is Kitch, She own eyes fix
on she hip… is Kitch. The music
so heavy, it reaches into her soul,
It’s as if she’s under remote
control.
Verse 3
So when yuh think, Grandmaster
Kitch can get no sweeter, Yuh
know he jam we quietly in ah “A
Minor”, “Pan in Harmony” is a
classic ditty, The Grandmaster
really know how to sock it to we.
“Iron Man” jamming with “D Mystery
Band”, “Bees Melody”, “Symphony
in G”. The talent of the man is
unsurpassed with lyrics that shows
it’s class, So when you jammin’
on yuh Pan, ask “Miss Harriman”,
“Tribute to Spree” could get yuh
bazodee, That’s the power of the
Pan from a great legend.
Chorus 3
Put yuh right hand ‘round yuh
neck, left hand ‘pon yuh
waistband………etc.
Verse 4
The Pan piong still hums the song
“Carnival is over”, As a tribute
to the life of The Grandmaster,
Who requested from Audrey, where she
get that sugar, Even the Caroni
workers didn’t have the answer.
Cacaroach run up in she petticoat,
{spoken}
(Why?) Don’t ask me, yuh
should’a ask Kitchie, But since
the road was make to walk only on
Carnival day, Yuh know he park up
he “PP”, “Wrecker” take it way,
He bring out “The Bull”, they bob
and weave whole day, He carré ah
play and dey té lay lay.
Chorus 4
Put yuh right hand ‘round yuh
neck, left hand ‘pon yuh
waistband………etc.
Outro
{Spoken}
…Kitchie boy…..Scrunter
say yuh gih him “The Will”,
Buh buh with this tribute it go be a
thrill.
Is Kitch…
~ …who did have de
formula, Is Kitch…
~ …for dem bands in
Panorama, Is Kitch…
~ …always bring ah
tune to beat, Is Kitch…
~ …man dey all
sounding sweet sweet sweet.
©2006 by Allan
Oxley
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