From My Body Shop 🎶

I got this old body shop down on the eastern main road,

Friends come by all day, we fix cars, share the load.

In my sixties now, still turning wrenches every day,

But it's more than paint and metal in that Trini way.

I knew your father, Mervyn Charles, he was a good man,

Met you and Emma when you girls first touched this land.

Vauxhall Meriva rolling in, your mum's car on the low,

Fixed it quiet, no questions asked—that's how trust starts to grow.

From my body shop, where the stories never stop,

Old school liming, let the hours drop.

I got pelau on the stove, cold drinks in my hand,

Sophie, I got your back, I'll always understand.

That Meriva became yours, you bashed it more than once,

Ellie hit it too—you girls weren't the smoothest bunch.

Now you got that Lexus, still rolling back my way,

I shake my head and laugh, "Same story, different day."

When you break down roadside, you don't call AAA,

You call me first, and I'm there right away.

Since your father passed, I've tried to fill that space,

Looking out for you and Emma, that's just grace.

From my body shop, where the liming never stops,

Friends come through for coffee, cars, and cookup pots.

I bring my pelau every time, best you'll ever taste,

'Cause family gathers 'round the table, nothing goes to waste.

I always tell you, Sophie—eat before you drink,

That's the secret, trust me, gives you time to think.

River limes and birthdays, cookups by the shore,

You invite me to your table, I couldn't ask for more.

You introduced me to James, now we lime like brothers do,

All your friends come see me now, seems they need my services too.

Scrapes and scuffs and fender bends—we joke about the drinks,

But I just keep on fixing, never stop to think.

I'm more than just a body man with tools and steady hands,

I try to be that anchor when life gets out of hand.

From your father's friend to yours, the circle's come around,

At my body shop, that's where love is found.

From my body shop, where the good times never stop,

Old school liming, friends who never drop.

Pelau on the stove, wisdom that I've learned,

Sophie, I got your back—that love is earned.

So here's to forty years, girl, many more to come,

I'm sending all my love with pelau, laughter, and some rum.

From the body shop to family, through the highs and lows,

Happy birthday, Sophie—that's how this story goes.