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Verse 1
Look at how this
nation, does go through a
transformation
Like de problems just disappear, at
this time of year
Cause is party time, and is fete and
lime
Rhythm in de street, sound like a
ragga soca beat
Well bacchanal, cyar stay out of de
Carnival
Ya just bound to see we on the big
screen TV
When we jumping in sweet T and T
Chorus
Celebration
happening on the street
Oh gorm, how it sweet
Celebration happening in de yard
Bassman, like he mad
Count ya blessings, come and join
dis party, baby
Jump in de band, honey, and put up
ya hand, baby
Doh wanna lose it, ya feel de music,
go directly to ya brain
Ya feel de passion; ya know de
rhythm, go infect ya thru ya veins
Ya still wonder how come, music from
an oil drum
Could hypnotize, and mesmerize, all
ah we
Verse 2
When ya see my
nation, jumping up in celebration
Like a tension filling de air, as de
time draws near
For de Carnival, for de festival
Well open your eyes, ya could see a
paradise
We reach a stage, every year we
start a new page
Can’t you see that de world want to
emulate we
When we jamming in sweet T and T.
Chorus
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Verse 3
We go through de
motion, but there is a higher notion
Why is only a one-off affair, think
right through de year
‘Bout de calypso, on de radio
Watch de royalty, going out of T and
T
Appreciate, dis sincere plea to
celebrate
So excuse me for sharing dis
philosophy
When we talking ‘bout sweet T and T
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Songwriter Mark Loquan celebrates many years of writing music compositions for the steelband music panorama competition.
Many would say that his most iconic is 
