My nom-de-voyage is McSween

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

Kulee Baba

Coming your way

Every Sunday

Live from nowhere

Sat'lite relay

Hell on Broadway

Sweet holy Jesus, what a night

Saint Augustine was right

The cameraman began the Kulee Baba

The telecast was over

Our featured friends were gone

I hear there's a bash in Cameroon

So long for now, we must be moving on

Moving on...

Kulee Baba

Coming your way

Every Sunday

Live from nowhere

Sat'lite relay

Hell on Broadway

Kulee Baba