Pick it Chester pick it Chester



Well have you ever been down to Haiti when

When that summer sun was sinkin' low

There's nothin' but romance just everywhere you glance

And the native hearts they're all aglow

And when that tropic queen comes upon the scene

They all stare like a statue at the stone

And when they realize what's before their eyes

Then the other girls are left all alone



Sing it children

Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein'

When you get a glimpse of the lady with the charm

But from miles away you can see her sway

To the beat of the Cuban Conga line that forms

Back up I'm gonna pick some Cuban aha



Up in a tree so high way up in the sky

Sits a wide eyed monkey on a limb

He wonders why the people go to so much trouble

Tryin' hard to just look like him

Well he don't understand that it's a lady's hand

That makes a little heart feel so sublime

But before too long he starts singing the song

And then that monkey gets in the Conga line



Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein'...

Down in the Caribbean it's not a dream you're seein'...