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