Crime's the other side of what's right
Baba lives on the wrong side of the earth
On a plain flat planet he would've been
white
Nobleman by name aristocrat by birth
Selling shades on the beach by daily routine
Matches the irony of your Western
magazine
Papayabananacakecoconutjuice!
Baby with the basket pushes fruits and news
While man came across the sea
To change
my under-developed diaper
White man came across the sea
To wipe my a*s with tabloid paper
I'm a passionate man help me
first
Ease my hunger quench my thirst
Can you see yourself devoured
I'll do anything to stay empowered
Part of him feels
like some new kind of Noah
But all he can carry is some hectograms of Goa
Big Mother Ocean shut the stereo down
He travelled to
listen not to see
On Arambol Beach his guitar will soon sound
When the last black man's crossed the sea
His earth turned flat
his passport photo black
Backpacker Baba's never coming back
