Saturday I went to Sudan
ran into an indian tribe
thinkin' that I was a bad man
The leader suddenly sighed

The short talking man lit the fire
asked me if Id like to sing songs
just about to call up the tourguide
They were all praying through a song

the native had five jars of slaughtered pigs eyes
my temperature started to rise
he was a mumbling native in a head dress
trying to summond to the Gods
I sat down and took a needed rest
for that mumbling native couldnt talk

He started headed for a table
Picked up a small talking black cat
When he killed it right there with a plastic toy
well Im telling you I like where Im at
Well then suddenly it just got dark
and everybody started to run
Jumping over fires tossing face masks
Well I still heard some mumbulin'

While the tour guide was telling me to leave
And I was still to the right
And I told him of the small man
He said it was my head
Well I know what I was seein'
I wanna watch that mad nice tribe
and that mumblin' native in a head dress
trying to summon the Gods
I sat down to listen to the rest
for that mumblin' native couldnt talk