We are slaving down here in Babylon They took us away from our homeland And we are slaving down here in Babylon For the Black Starliner which is to come We want, we want to go They are waiting on an opportunity Not long Jah Jah Jah Jah not long I meekly

On day we’ll be free at last But one day we’ll be free at last Spread your wings and fly away Freedom come my way (Yeah) Long rifle and hand grenade The system make people ‘fraid Sufferation from Africa to India

(Who got shot tonight?) Who shot the shot? Who got shot tonight? I come from a long way away And I know a fine thing when I see it For the same reason no one ever pointed a telescope at the sun Talking about the Red Angels of N-Y City Not even five

Happy, happy Africa Oh, far away in Africa They sing a-bing-a-bang-a-bingo Skokiaan, Skokiaan, Skokiaan Oh, take a trip to Africa Come on along and learn the lingo Beside a jungle bungalow Hot drums are drumming, the Hot strings are strumming, and