Steely Dan — Kulee Baba

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 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