[Intro: Soca male lead, pounding soca kick, iron percussion] Jump, jump, wave, wave, mas in the road, mas in the road [Verse 1: Soca male lead, fast and bright over a pounding soca kick and rolling snare] Four years, two months, nine days, I was countin' on the wall Little lines in fives with a pencil stub, I was countin' through it all And the date they gave me, Monday, and I asked, you sure it's that Carnival Monday, six a.m., and I nearly lost my hat Now the big door opens up, the sun is comin' up the hill And the guard hands me an envelope, it's forty dollars, still Forty dollars, that's the gate money, the state's goodbye, good luck And I hear the music comin' up the road, I hear a music truck [Hook: Soca male lead, full power, big bassline] Gate money, they count me out my gate money They paid me at the gate, now I'm payin' at the gate Gate money, gate money Walk out one and jump in one, and I ain't late [Verse 2: Soca male lead, harder, iron percussion clangin'] Walkin' down the hill in the clothes I came in, four years out of date Pants too wide, shirt too tight, and a belt that's lost its weight First thing that I see, a band of mas, all paint and mud and oil And a man with a cooler and a sign that says the band is forty, all Forty dollars, wristband, mud, a cup, a jersey, and the truck I look at my envelope, I look at him, I say, boy, look at my luck Every dollar that they gave me to go straight and keep it clean Goes to mud and paint and powder, and I'm dirtier than I've been And the band is wavin' rags, and I am wavin' my release Free up, free up, every bar of it a little piece of peace [Hook: Soca male lead, full power, big bassline] Gate money, they count me out my gate money They paid me at the gate, now I'm payin' at the gate Gate money, gate money Walk out one and jump in one, and I ain't late [Breakdown: Soca male lead, gate clang, a huge iron gate clang on the one of every bar] Clang, that's the big door closin' up behind me, four years done Clang, that's the band gate openin', and the mud is in the sun Clang, the guard is in his booth, he's countin' heads, I'm countin' none Clang, I'm countin' nothing, nothing, just the jump, jump, jump, and run Wave, wave, mud on my face and the paint on my chest Mas, mas, four years of waitin', and this mornin' is the best [Hook: Soca male lead, full power, big bassline] Gate money, they count me out my gate money They paid me at the gate, now I'm payin' at the gate Gate money, gate money Walk out one and jump in one, and I ain't late [Outro: Soca male lead, iron percussion] Jump, wave, mas, jump Gate money, every dollar spent [End]
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