(Intro: Spoken) ...Sparrow used to sing how they treat we bad. How they treat the Caribbean man like a cad. They tell us we cahn land, we cahn stay. But look how the tide turn today. Mr. President... step out the line. Let me check your papers. (Verse 1) In nineteen-fifty-nine, the Birdie sing the song About how the diplomat treat him wrong. He say "Persona Non Grata" was the brand They put on the chest of the Caribbean man. We travel to New York, we travel to London town And they always trying to keep a good man down. But in twenty-eighteen, the insult fly You call us a "S-H-I-T-H-O-L-E" from the sky! You think we desperate, you think we small? But Barbados rise up and stand up tall! (Chorus) Who is the Persona Non Grata now? Take a look in the mirror and take a bow! You call us dirty, you call us poor So don't bring your jet to my golden shore! We don't want your dollar if it come with disrespect That is a currency we must reject! Sign the declaration, make it clear and plain: The Persona Non Grata is YOU... and your stain! (Verse 2) You sit in the White House with your gold and greed Ignoring the history and the people's need. You think you can talk down to Haiti and the rest? Put the Caribbean spirit to the test! The workers gather in Bridgetown square With a message floating inside the air. We don't need a visa to validate we worth We are the guardians of this patch of earth! So when you plan your holiday in the sun Don't bother to pack... because you can't bring none! (Bridge) [Brass Solo - Militant Calypso Style] (Chant) Refused Entry! (Refused Entry!) Turn back the plane! (Turn back the plane!) We don't want the arrogance! We don't want the shame! (Spoken - Officer Voice) Reason for rejection? Character grounds. Lack of manners. And excessive toxicity. ...Deported. (Verse 3) Sparrow say he was an "international bad boy" then But today we are serious, we are righteous men. We taking the label off of our chest And pinning it on the one who fail the test. It is a "Declaration of the People's Will" A dignity that no money can kill. So listen Mr. Leader, listen to the news You are the one with the "Shithole Blues"! The Caribbean gate is lock and key To anyone who don't respect we sovereignty! (Outro) Sparrow... come and see. ...The Birdie fly free. But the Eagle?.... The Eagle grounded. ....Persona Non Grata. ...Stamp it. (Sound of Passport Stamp: THUD!) Next!
