Let me tell you a story that always stuck with me
About the ways of the islands and the forces at work
When night falls and spirits come out to play
Beware the duppy
That creep from their holes in search of mayhem
Hopping from island to island
Stealing the best portions of rum
I know a guy who caught himself one
One night he left out a couple of bottles of Appleton signature blend
Then hid in the bushes
Wasn’t long before they came a-running
Two duppy sozzled in the light of the moon
At dawn only the big one is sober enough to leave
The small one takes a nap
And my friend captured it with his net
I know this sounds like drunk talk
Because it is
But there’s a morale
Never forget the duppy share
Otherwise you won’t see another sunrise
