One thing I like about Soca is that it often prefers a bit of good honest entendre-laden smut over slacker chat. So here over a typically sweet sunny day tune we have “Come water my garden… I need a gardener who can work this soil…” and then eventually Lima rhymes “water my rose” with “bring your own water hose”! OK I now feel like a broadsheet feature writer fondly hymning seaside postcards but this is great stuff.
(You can find it on Hott 2 Death: Soca Bible, available from Black Dog on Berwick Street and a bargain at 4 CDs for £12.)