Mi ta konfesá 
													M’a kibra mi promesa 
													I e aña nobo n’ tin ni dos siman 
													Tur bon intenshon di konta kaloria 
													i di move, no a bai bon 
													 
												Mi ta atmití 
													Di no a ni pas’ei banda 
													I mi n’ sa dikon mi no ta kanselá 
													Mi ta un hende flo 
													K’un miembresia karu ku mi no por tir’afó 
													 
												Otro dia mas 
													ku mi no a bishitabu 
													Otro dia mas 
													Ku m’a keda mi kas 
													Mi amigu Gym 
													Ta ki mi tin ku hasi pa lagabu 
													sin sintimi malu 
													 
												Mi ta repentí 
													I mi sa ku ta mi falta 
													Ta tur fin di aña tin e mesun kansion 
													Entre loke mi ke i loke mi ta hasi semper bai tin un tenshon 
													Semper tin tenshon 
													Mi sa ku ta mi falta 
													 
												E ta den korant 
													E ta den tur revista 
													Pa bo ke ta moderno, bon danki i salú 
													Sòr’i kome bon, i laga tur kos dushi 
													Ma por dios, mi n’ sa ta kon | 
											
												 
												I confess 
													I broke my promise 
													My New Year’s resolution to count calories and to exercise 
													didn’t last for more than two weeks this time 
													 
												I admit 
													I did not come near it 
													Why don’t I just cancel 
													I am a lazy person with an expensive membership I can’t get rid of 
													 
												Yet another day 
													I did not go 
													And another day 
													I stayed at home 
													My friend ‘gym’ 
													What must I do to ignore you without feeling guilty? 
													 
												I repent 
													I know it’s my fault 
													Every New Year’s Eve, the same old story 
													There is always a tension between what I want and what I do 
													 
												It’s in the papers 
													In all the magazines too 
													To be hip, hot and in good health 
													You have to eat right and leave all things sweet 
													But my God I don’t know how |