Testo di Backpaka Baba

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 ass 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