My nom-de-voyage is Mexuine
I carry the proper papers
I seek the primal rhythms of the bush
I preserve great moments as they come
And sure this must be one
Brightly painted dancers on the screen
Are no more than a prelude to the ritual unfolding
No white man's eyes have ever seen (uh-huh)
Frightening finale, the rite that you're beholding
Kulee Baba
Coming your way
Every Sunday
Live from nowhere
My suit is a bright Irish green
The color and cut are striking
I'm something of a standout in the crowd
Don't chew on that power cable, son
I guess I owe you one
Worked with my Chief Engineer
We'll mix with the mob for all the folks at home
I'm tasting the local beer
And half the crew is dancing in the foam
I carry the proper papers
I seek the primal rhythms of the bush
I preserve great moments as they come
And sure this must be one
Brightly painted dancers on the screen
Are no more than a prelude to the ritual unfolding
No white man's eyes have ever seen (uh-huh)
Frightening finale, the rite that you're beholding
Kulee Baba
Coming your way
Every Sunday
Live from nowhere
My suit is a bright Irish green
The color and cut are striking
I'm something of a standout in the crowd
Don't chew on that power cable, son
I guess I owe you one
Worked with my Chief Engineer
We'll mix with the mob for all the folks at home
I'm tasting the local beer
And half the crew is dancing in the foam
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