[Intro – tambores lentos y fuego] N'gala… malembe… Tombé kala moi… Eh… eh… eh… [Tribu] Boko malembe Tanga ro malembe Moto ya nduma Sanga ye kolé [Inglés – nervioso] Excuse me gentlemen, please! I believe there’s been mistake! I’m too skinny for your dinner, Surely I would taste quite fake! I can teach you poker tricks, I can make a cup of tea! Please don’t boil my bloody legs, I’m an English VIP! [Tribu – respondiendo entre risas] Heya heya tombo kala! Ngolo malembe soa! Sanga! Sanga! Sanga! Moto ya nduma waaa! [Inglés – más desesperado] Listen to me, mighty brothers! I am not a tasty man! Far too pale and full of stress, Probably bad for stomach glands! I have coins and shiny buttons! Maps and stories from the sea! Take my boots and take my jacket, Just don’t turn me into tea! [Tribu – ritmo más intenso] Tam-tam malembe! Ngala ya toro! Kanda malembe! Eh! Eh! Eh! [Puente – el inglés intenta cantar sobre el ritmo tribal] Oh dear Lord this water’s hot… I can feel my bottom cook… If my mother saw me now She would faint without a look! I could work here! I could help! Build a bridge or fix a wheel! Please don’t season me with peppers! I’m beginning not to feel! [Tribu – coro final brutal] Heya heya tombo kala! Heya malembe soa! Moto malembe waaa! Sanga! Sanga! Sanga! Ngala! Ngala! Ngala malembeeeee!