Ahhh I remember waking up Christmas morning and turning the radio to listen to some parang.
Yeah man, its the ismas show. Calypso, parang, soca, R&B, hip hop, I mean ismas music from all over the world. Tune in 88.1fm if you in the tri-state area. If not on the web http://www.marshall.edu/wmul. 8pm to midnight. Listen while you do that cooking, or making cookies, or just sitting around with family. Ohhh yes Christmas music with all the trimming tune in you hear.
Wake up me neighbour, wha gwan dis marning. Yeah man, tis the seaon to go paranging, break out de wine, make sure you have enough food cause we coming over on Christmas day. We go sing and dance and yes, eat till me belly feel like it go burst. I tell you Mabel gurl, yuh see me moves, yeah girl, I have plenty ah move for so. What, what yuh asking me, hell no I have not been drinking, can a fella be happy eh? Anyway, leh me go do some fishing. Yeah man, get in me little boat and go out dey and catch some Hind. What yuh say, gurl, gurl, I tell yuh I eh drunk, and if I was, tis de season yuh know, drink, sing and be merry. Anyway, I don have time for dis stupidness you hear, asll that taslk yuh talking, yuh go be de first one to axe me for fish when I come back. Out me way. leh me pass. “Sing me noel, sing me noel, sing, sing, sing. La la la la lala.