Come on all you princesses
In your wonderful frocks and headdresses.
It’s Thursday, you’re thirsty
To speak your mother tongue.
Fine and dine in Wetherspoons,
We may sing a tune or two.
They may not have our callaloo fritters.
They may not have our ackee salt fish.
But company from back home is what’s in order,
And that is what we’ll have