Every day-ay-ay-ay-ay yeah Penelope works in the market Down in the coconut trees She's saving up all her money To go to America across the sea She once had an uncle He lived in Detroit town And they got all his post cards But his body has never been found To this day-ay-ay-ay-ay yeah To this day-ay-ay-ay yeah To this day-ay-ay-ay-ay yeah To this day-ay-ay-ay yeah She got a job as a domestic Workin' for the minimum wage To all her friends back home in Jamaica They say, "You really got it made in the shade!" But they don't see her sweat and grind And her bended on her knees She wishes she was back in Jamaica Beneath the coconut trees R: Every day-ay-ay-ay-ay yeah Every day-ay-ay-ay yeah Every day-ay-ay-ay-ay yeah Every day-ay-ay-ay yeah R: Every day-ay-ay-ay-ay yeah... Penelope's back in the market She found what it was all about. No, no, she doesn't regret it She's just glad that she got out. But others aren't so lucky They're there 'til the day they die Trapped in the steel and concrete No beach, no moon, no sky R: Every day-ay-ay-ay-ay yeah... Every day, yeah (2x) R: Every day-ay-ay-ay-ay yeah...