The Girl with the Swingin' Derrière

I once traveled down to Jamaica
To visit the places I read
The first thing I knew I was following
A girl with a basket on her head

A tisket, a tasket
A cute Jamaica basket
It belonged to a girl
Who made my head whirl
The girl with the swinging derrière

I first see her down by the market
She walked slowly and so gracefully
Her basket, her basket was stacked high with flowers
And like the basket is stacked so is she

A tisket, a tasket
A cute Jamaica basket
I just acted like a square
I just stand there and stare
At the girl with the swinging derrière

I gave her the old Yankee line-o
But the tune I was singing was flat
I even tried doing the Limbo
And a guy can't go lower than that

When a guy travels home from Jamaica
He should have a story to tell
I thought I could make a Jamaican
I made a Jamaican farewell

A tisket, a tasket
A cute Jamaica basket
Though I never saw her face
I would know her any place
The girl with the swinging derrière

Ah, sing it loud!

Traveled far to get there
But I made it nowhere
With the girl with the swinging derrière

A tisket, a tasket
A cute Jamaica basket
Tell me what does it take
For a fellow to make
A Jamaican basket?