Tell Me

A cheeky, globe-trotting calypso comedy about an aging romantic who has everything money can buy - charm, style, stories, and confidence - except the one thing he truly wants: somebody willing to stay. With bouncing island rhythms, playful brass, and wink-at-the-audience humour, the song follows one lovable old smooth-talker as he sails from country to country searching for love, only to watch every romance disappear the moment marriage enters the conversation. Beneath the laughter lies the classic calypso tradition of self-mockery and social comedy: a man convinced he is still the full package, slowly beginning to suspect that maybe, just maybe, being eighty-two might have something to do with it. Equal parts hilarious, charming, and strangely heartfelt, “Tell Me” turns loneliness into dancefloor comedy, inviting listeners to laugh with him as he asks the question nobody wants answered honestly. #TellMe #CalypsoComedy #FunnySong #IslandVibes #ComedyMusic Lyrics : I pack my bag and I go Egypt to India, you know Russia, Spain, and Africa Everywhere I sail, oui là I meet a smile, I buy a drink We talk all night, we laugh, we wink They say, "You kind, you sweet, you brave" Then spend my money, wave and wave When I bend down on one knee They vanish quick, like, "Who? Not me!" I call their name, I call them back But they gone, gone off the track What is that, what is that? What is that they don't like? I handsome, healthy, wealthy, too So what is wrong with me and you? What is that, what is that? Tell me, tell me true Or could it be, could it be I is eighty-two? I got fine shoes and a gold chain Big enough house and a little plain I drive real smooth, I stand up tall I keep my word, I have it all They like my dinner, like my bar Like my laughing, like my car But when I say, "Marry me now" They run like Bolt, I swear somehow I say, "Baby, stay right here" She say, "Honey, disappearing clear" I watch her move down the road Like she minding a secret load What is that, what is that? What is that they don't like? I handsome, healthy, wealthy, too So what is wrong with me and you? What is that, what is that? Tell me, tell me true Or could it be, could it be I is eighty-two? Maybe I talk too much at night Maybe I dance too long in white Maybe the ring I show too plain Maybe my age make them refrain But I still got rhythm in me feet Still got love and spice and heat So answer me, before I bawl What is wrong with me at all? What is that, what is that? What is that they don't like? I handsome, healthy, wealthy, too So what is wrong with me and you? What is that, what is that? Tell me, tell me true Or could it be, could it be I is eighty-two? If you know, then tell me fast Why them pretty girls never last I traveling far, I paying due So why nobody say "I do"?