Mary's into new things got a brand new bag Superficial living made her life a drag World stereotypes her as she coins the phrase Living for the hot wax and the printed page She no longer wants to boss the bull around Contrary to popular belief All she wants to do is get inside your head And play the fun rhythms of the street Batucada Suite, rhythms of the street Music for the soul love to make you whole Estebans a walker and a superman Says that love will someday reign throughout this land Says he's glad you let him try it all again 'Cause his last time on earth he lived life in sin All he wants to do is spread his eagle wings And fly south for the winter just like me
All he wants to do is get inside your head And play the funky rhythms from the streets Batucada Suite rhythms for the feet Music for the soul-geared to make you whole Tribal drums of the African, the reggae of the Rastaman The ragas of the Indians, rock-n-roll music of my homeland Tender lutes of the Orient, the salsa of Spanish descent Jesus music is heaven sent to remind us of what has went Batu-Batu-cada Batu-Batu-cada I ya Ototele-the rhythms of Y Surdo as I taste life bittersweet I know I am not complete until the message in my songs are yours If you feel a pain unfair, crosses too heavy to bear Preservation comes from peace not war Batu-Batu-cada