I got a man named Calypso Pete

He was big and he was strong and he was very sweet

You should've heard him when he played in band

He was the greatest man in all the land

He didn't play the bongos, no, no, no

He didn't play maracas, no, no, no

But all the girls would gather round to hear him go

Knock-knock knock-knock knock-knock- knock

I made a very happy home for him

And after work we sit and have a drink of gin

There never was a man who was as good as Pete

He played all night and never missed the beat

He didn't play the bongos, no, no, no

He didn't play maracas, no, no, no

But he was very good at playing fast or slow

Knock knock-knock knock-knock- knock

North or south or east or west

Music soothes the savage breast

It's a loath nature and I don't know why

But nearly every man has got a roving eye

There was a woman living down the street

Who set her cap to catch the eye of Pete

She didn't want his bongos, no siree

She didn't want maracas, no siree

The thing that she was after was his specialty

Knock-knock knock-knock knock-knock- knock

Evil woman always can

Make a monkey out of man

I wait in vain for Calypso Pete

Until one night I take a walk along the street

From a certain woman's house that comes to me

A sound of great familiarity

Could it be the bongos? No, all wrong

Could it be maracas? Also wrong

To me it was a version of love's old sweet song

Knock-knock knock-knock knock-knock-knock-knock

Stop the music!

A man who took time not so bright

Jealous woman dynamite

I opened the door and then I fired a shot

And much to my surprise I find to hit the spot

Now I'm alone and yet it's nice to know

Calypso Pete is playing down bellow

I never miss the bongos, no, no, no

I never miss maracas, no, no, no

But sometimes in the evening

When the lights are low

Knock-knock knock-knock knock-knock- knock

I kinda miss Calypso Pete

Knock-knock-knock