Babs and Clean Willie were in love, they said,
so in love the preacher's face turned red.
Soon everybody knew the thing was dead.
He shouts, she bites, they wrangle through the night, yeah.
She go crazy.
Got to make a getaway!
Papa say:
"Oh, no hesitation,
no tears and no hearts breakin', no remorse.
Oh, congratulations,
this is your Haitian Divorce".
She takes the taxi to the good hotel.
Bon marchè, as far as she can tell.
She drinks the zombie from the cocoa shell.
She feels alright, she get it on tonight, yeah.
"Mister driver, take me where the music play".
Papa say:
"Oh, no hesitation,
no tears and no hearts breakin', no remorse.
Oh, congratulations,
this is your Haitian Divorce".
At the Grotto,
in the greasy chair,
sits the Charlie with the lotion and the kinky hair.
When she smiled, she said it all.
The band was hot so
they danced the famous merango.
Now we dolly back,
now we fade to black.
Tearful reunion in the USA.
Day by day, those memories fade away.
Some babies grow in a peculiar way.
It changed, it grew, and everybody knew, yeah.
Semi-mojo,
"Who's this kinky so-and-so?"
Papa go:
"Oh, no hesitation,
no tears and no hearts breakin', no remorse.
Oh, congratulations,
this is your Haitian Divorce".