🎵 Lyrics
Three masts tall on a rolling tide, the old ship creaked with pride, Seasoned Irish seamen with the ocean as their guide. From Cork to far-off sunshine where the palm trees sway and lean, They dropped their anchors laughin’ in the heat of Kingston green. The captain read his orders with a grin they knew too well, “One full week ashore, me lads—go raise a proper hell!” The gangplank hit the harbor and the cheers could wake the dead, As the fiddles met the maracas and the night danced ahead. Cha-cha-cha in Kingston town, stomp your boots and spin around! Rum in every bottle, hear the harbor sing its sound! Cha-cha-cha till mornin’ dew, taste every drop they pour— But a keg of Irish whiskey still is king forevermore! They roamed the bars along the docks from sunset into dawn, With sailors from a hundred lands and music carryin’ on. They tried the dark, they tried the gold, they tried the spiced and sweet, Each one raisin’ eyebrows sayin’, “That rum’s a mighty treat!” Cha-cha-cha in Kingston town, stomp your boots and spin around! Rum in every bottle, hear the harbor sing its sound! Cha-cha-cha till mornin’ dew, taste every drop they pour— But a keg of Irish whiskey still is king forevermore! “Is the rum a fine companion?” — Aye, it warms the soul! “Does it dance like island magic?” — Aye, it takes control! “But when the night grows heavy and the heart wants somethin’ true—” “Pass the whiskey, boys!” — “The Irish way will do!” They laughed at charms and voodoo drums and shadows in the light, With clappin’ hands and swingin’ hips they danced away the night. Respect to every island tune and every fiery pour, But home still sang in oak and fire and stories soaked in lore. Cha-cha-cha in Kingston town, voices shout and benches pound! Fiddles, horns, and whistles make a wild and joyful sound! Cha-cha-cha to sea and shore, we’ll sail and sing anew— For rum is grand and magic’s fun… But whiskey beats the voodoo!