Cruise ships brought the tourists and the revenue
Not being able to service them was seen
as something
That St Maarten couldn’t afford to miss
and a massive
Reclamation there has been
3 years ago, their ocean met the shoreline
construction of a dock where there was sea
The Natural world received a awesome pounding
And you certainly feel humbled just to be
One of these cruise ship passengers emerging
And walking on the dock now truthfully

Dr Albert Claudius was the visionary
Who put St Maarten on the map yes he
died before the work was all completed
But you’ll see his bust in stone if you pass by
He stands there on the quayside,waving happily
Go and get a map and just say Hi!

Its incredibly efficient, with its pavings red and white
The trees are new, but the trees will grow
And will be a pretty sight
I can’t help thinking though about the ocean
how it was before all this was done
All of the sea creatures just what happened
When the bulldozers moved in, rocks by the ton
Must have been torn physically from the sea-bed
And countless little souls there must have died
We move on as the new wave of mass travellers
Waddle up the dock and now decide

Where they’ll go, the sea, the beach, the dive sites
To Marigot to buy some duty free’s
Sail on the lagoon, drink rum beneath the moon
And possibly eat flying fish and cheese
TV screens and Taxi Rates apparent
So no one will get ripped off here it seems
A nice reception, Caribbean music
Playing daily and there’s teams and teams
Of people waiting here and there to help you
Holland has carved out its own self here
France won’t be forgotten for its also represented
An island ruled by both of them, its queer!

We book a shore excursion on a catamaran
But first we take a bus to Philipsburg
We’re leaving Holland bound for France
It seems to me
its narrow
and there’s gridlock on the quay
we spent an hour in Marigot a’shopping
a flashy shirt,or two, here they are cheap
went and joined Explorer sat on top deck
rum punch into Simpson Bay Lagoon we leap
over yonder see that big house sitting on the cliff
that belongs to a politician
wow I must say if
I was born a rich boy or could rule some country too, I could have a mansion and a yacht
and this great view,
but I am only Rex born of poor parents thats my thing, I sell great
Organic foods, write poetry and sing
I suppose I have my mansions and my paradise
to-day and couldn't be more happy than infact I am okay

we went and saw more yachts all silver glittering on the quay Rocky's boat
it is afloat Stallone he knows the way
mooring here ain't peanuts the stars
come out at night
I bet it all looks lovely in the beautiful moonlight!
but I must stop this dreaming and enjoy the sounds of Juice he is a good performer
how did he get loose

He rocks, he sings them ballads,calypso's
there all there, quite a fancy repertoire
with us this man did share.