Penelope

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