Penelope works in the market

Down in the coconut trees

She's saving up all her money

To go to America across the sea



She once had an uncle

He lived in Detroit town

They got all his post cards

But his body has never been found



To this day

To this day



She got a job as a domestic

Workin' for the minimum wage

All her friends back home in Jamaica

They say, 'You really got it made in the shade'



But they don't see her sweat and grind

And her bended on her knees

She wishes she was back in Jamaica

Beneath the coconut trees





Everyday, Everyday

Everyday, Everyday











Penelope's back in the market

She found what it was all about

Oh no, she doesn't regret it

She's just glad that she got out



But others aren't so lucky

They're there till the day they die

Trapped in steel and concrete

No beach No moon No sky