When I saw you creeping in the grass,
I knew at once, with just a glance
exactly what you were and were doing.
Painted red and sitting there
barefoot child, without a care,
yes-oh-yes, I know that you need something…
For I have come from a far off land
and I have brought my merry band,
of men who haven’t seen a girl since last Sunday!
But if you find my lot too lively,
we can sit and talk of ivory
and where your city sleeps inside the jungle.
Yes, take us to your far out tribe,
show us where your people hide,
it’s oh-so-far past the time of our meeting!
And the wild creatures you have here,
strike my men as passing queer,
full of meat, that tastes just like our salvation!
We will dance and pray to heaven
that your souls can be forgiven
of all the sins you didn’t know you were committing.
And if your streets are paved with gold,
we will not make the journey home,
we shall stay and make this place our New Eden.
Yes-oh-yes, with blood and sweat,
we will make this our New Eden!