ENGINE ROOM

Hear the tenors rolling... people on the floor

Hear the guitar pan grumble... and the crowd in a uproar

All of a sudden every just up and chill.

...everything just gone to a standstill

The crowd start to cuss... hear them... what wrong with the band

It was the ramp with the iron gone and

Fall because the vibration buss way the welding

When the iron fall... it humble the pan

And everything start to crawl everything start to fall

As the dream was plainly seen

The engine room... is down there where does cause the bacchanal

The pan is the body but the rhythm is heart of the thing

The engine room... that is the soul of Carnival

Corey did damn well say if your iron good you is King... you hear

Check your grandmother... talking to she neighbour next door

If the times didn′t change up... all now we woulda still be in big war

That is the same woman who put out your

Mother because she was in love with this pan man

She used to open the church door... just to pray on meh head

Now she boasting to the neighbour next door

"Oh my granddaughter beats for a steel band"

If it wasn't for you girl... your Daddy woulda be so dread

But when you see I in my pain ah does have to think again

An take it out on the steel

The engine room ...is down there way does ease my frustration

Nearly every old pan man could tell

You that his in-laws were outlaws... yes

The engine room ...is the healing of de nation

Sometimes I does just pelt lash at de

Bloody thing just because... yuh know...

Down in the engine... is only iron in my head

Them scratcher men scratching...

They have the drummer itching to be well bred

The conga man eye close...

He pelting blows... I sorry for the drum skin

Me and all ain′t backward... my iron up by my ears

Two three cowbell man... the bell in they hand and a tassa man pumping

Well you can't ask for more... well maybe a next round of beers

And we could go all day...

As the band play... and de people feeling sweet

The engine room... Lord... it could go on forever

See them jump and prance... give themselves a chance in de heat... yes

The engine room ...it could never die... never

Because is nine months my mother make me check out she heartbeat

So I want ah hard rhythm section... so I could groove up de nation

We gonna let them know... they could never stop de drum

When people feeling deduction... and they show they reaction

Down in the rhythm have something to show them where they coming from

Hear my side... Corey on my pan... Licker, Bess and Snail

Somebody go and call Francis Wickham... tell him we ready to wail

Bobby Mohammed with he bell...

Lyber raising hell... the short rasta from Nutones

Them love to gallery... so I want them up on de ramp

Go down Clarence Street...

Get Pelham Goddard... and then bring back Ken Jones

Them can't get away... look... go and get them scamps

′Cause when you see we get together...

Brother... it go be cat piss and pepper

The engine room ...is down there where does have the bacchanal

All the jamming, and the jamming,

And the jamming, and the jamming and the jam of Carnival

The engine room... is down there where does start up everything

Them boy did damn well say if your iron good you

Is King... jam it...(Rudder chants to the end)