Penelope works in the market Down in the coconut trees She's savin' up all her money To go to America across the sea She once had an uncle He lived in Detroit town They got all his postcards But his body has never been found Till this day-ay-ay-ay-ay-yeah Till this day-ay-ay-ay-yeah Till this day-ay-ay-ay-ay-yeah Till this day-ay-ay-ay-yeah She got a job as a domestic Workin' for minimum wage From all her friends back home in Jamaica They say 'you really got it made in the shade' But they don't see her sweat and grime And bendin' on her knees She wishes she were back in Jamaica Beneath the coconut trees Every day-ay-ay-ay-ay-yeah Every day-ay-ay-ay-yeah Every day-ay-ay-ay-ay-yeah Every day-ay-ay-ay-yeah Every day, yeah Every day, yeah Penelope's back in the market She found out what it was all about Nah, no she doesn't regret it She's just glad that she got out But other's aren't so lucky They're there till the day they die Trapped in the steel and concrete No beach, no moon, no sky Every day-ay-ay-ay-ay-yeah Every day-ay-ay-ay-yeah Every day-ay-ay-ay-ay-yeah Every day-ay-ay-ay-yeah