It Have Room

[Intro: Soca male lead, big belted soca vocal] Mayaro, Mayaro, last maxi, last call Friday evening, beach fete, one and all [Verse 1: Soca male lead, driving soca vocal] Forty people in the line and only twelve seat in the van Coolers, flags and speakers and a man with a fryin' pan I say twelve, I countin' twelve, and I pull the slidin' door Twenty-eight still in the line and they bawlin', take some more I tell them next maxi Sunday, I does run a tight machine Pull out from the stand with the cleanest twelve you ever seen In the mirror twenty-eight start walkin' with the flag Cooler on they head and singin', that is how they does it, bad [Chorus: Soca male lead, full force] Squeeze in, it have room Shoulder to shoulder and we reachin' soon Four on the bench and one on the spare Wine in the aisle, it have room in there [Verse 2: Soca male lead, driving soca vocal] Two mile out the engine coughin', then the engine start to choke Halfway up the Manzanilla hill the bonnet blowin' smoke Twelve of we inside the maxi, hot and stuck and goin' nowhere Then I hear a rhythm comin' up the hill, a whole parade back there Twenty-eight I left behind come marchin' round the bend Every one of them still singin', every one of them a friend Big woman in the front, she say, Chunks, you want a hand? I say push it up the hill, and the whole road join the band [Pre-Chorus: Soca male lead, lifting, every voice on the road] Push, push, the whole road pushin' Up the hill, the engine catchin' Push, push, the whole road pushin' Up the hill and the soca playin' [Chorus: Soca male lead, full force] Squeeze in, it have room Shoulder to shoulder and we reachin' soon Four on the bench and one on the spare Wine in the aisle, it have room in there [Bridge: Soca male lead, pan cascade into the last chorus] Forty people on one maxi, twelve inside and twenty-eight On the roof and on the bumper, on the back step, hangin' late Pan man on the ladder playin' all the way down to the sea Never say the maxi full again, it always have room for we [Verse 3: Soca male lead, big belted soca vocal] Reach Mayaro after dark with the speakers on the hood Forty people jump off one maxi and the fete start feelin' good Now on Friday at the stand when the line long past the shop I does open up the door and I never say the word stop [Final Chorus: Soca male lead, full force] Squeeze in, it have room Shoulder to shoulder and we reachin' soon Four on the bench and one on the spare Wine in the aisle, it have room in there [End]