FOR JESSICA, MY SWEET. - Neville Marcano, Growling Tiger, wrote this lovely calypso about fidelity..

MOTORCAR HORN

My girl Veronica, she just make me bawl
With a taxi-driver, the guy's name is Paul.
We live in the country, she's working in the city.
Five o'clock every morning he blowing the horn for she.

Don't mind she talking to he and he talking to she,
I don't mind he take her to work every morning in his taxi.
I don't mind they seeing each other and they carrying on,
But what I can't take is the way he blow that motorcar horn

Five o'clock one morning, they wake me from sleeping.
I lie in me bed, I tire, I can't raise me head.
But they out there blowing constantly, I open to see
My girl in the backseat, dressed in her bikini.

The neighbours are talking and they gossiping
About her behaviour with that man in that motorcar.
The rain was falling, nice time for romancing.
I had her so busy, that night was my jubilee, and she said:

Don't mind me talking to he and he talking to me,
I am doing nothing funny, I give you that guaranty.
I tell her: Keep talking darling, the memory will linger on,
But to the day of my death I will never forget that motorcar horn.