Congo - African

Where to begin

No room for the pudding

The street vendor cries

Saying, «No, don’t go»

No room for the pudding

But we have six flights

Sayin' «I don’t know»

Don’t know where she put it

And upstairs she cries, saying

«Why me?»

Try the city downtown

What ever made me into a man?

If I had my friends, I wouldn’t need a thing

(In the city)

You’ve been where?

And done what?

You went where?

You’ve done what?

You went where?

What makes you think I have it easy?

And you’re getting even

I’m going

No, no, no

You think it’s easy seeing you so often?

In order to get even, said

I’m going

No, no, no

What makes you think I have it easy?

I’m not getting even, said

I’m going

No, no, no

I’ve got nowhere to go

I’ve got nowhere to go

Where would I want to go?

Well, you’re going

No, no, no

You’ve been where?!?

You’ve been what?!?

And Where?

And What?