under d tree restaurant song

I imagined a carribean guy moving to NY to follow the American dream and ending up working in a restaurant in Crown Heights called " Under D Tree restaurant " .

A restaurant by that name exists in the east village I believe .

He works hard but eventually decides to go home to an easy life . Unfortunately the french test a nuclear weapon and blow him and his mates to pieces .

My wife thinks the song should have a happy ending .

Any suggestions gladly accepted

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No more Crown Heights

No more funk

and there'll be no more Under D tree restaurant

I wont be cooking

No Jerking Chicken

I wont be serving no African American

WHEN THEY CARRY US AWAY

TO OUR ISLAND IN D SEA

FAR FROM HERE

FAR FROM TROUBLE

AND WE WILL NEVER HAVE A CARE

W'ELL GO SURFING IN D SEA

FAR FROM HERE

FAR FROM TROUBLE

No more goat stew

No Gizzades

No pickapeppa

No more Matouk's Flambeau red sauce

No more Codfish Ball's

No Boiled Yam

No curried callaldo

no more oven-baked breadfruit

AND THEN ALONG CAME NUCLEAR TESTING

AND WE WHERE BLOWN INTO D SEA

FAR FROM HERE

FAR FROM TROUBLE

AND WE WILL NEVER HAVE A CARE

WE JUST ASHES IN D SEA

FAR FROM HERE

FAR FROM TROUBLE