Big Cyc - Makumba

My father - Makumba - be a king of the village
I Lives in Africa, arrive to Poland
To st udy in your beautiful country
Skinheads don't let me live in peace though
I Learn your hard language
and once got teeth punched out, while walk down the street
Polish people racists - everyone will say that
And no one here likes the black man

Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland - Africa, Africa - Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska

I wants to run away, prepare to leave
Though meet a girl, that's got the beautiful legs
I burn with feelings and burn crazily
And so Makumba fell in love with Helena
We get married quick and got many kids
Parents from Africa sends presents
I still studying and learn 'til the morning
Helena's happy about our apartament

Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland - Africa, Africa - Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska

I work a lot and can do many things
Polish mother-in-law's worried about me
She keeps on praying to God:
"Only God, keep Makumba safe"

I ends studies and makes career
We got a car and bulterrier
I lives in here for a long and got no idea
Why they don't want to accept me to KPN

Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland - Africa, Africa - Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland - Africa, Africa - Poland
Makumba, Makumba, wo le le le
Makumba, Makumba, wo le le le
Makumba, Makumba, wo le le le
Makumba, Makumba, wo le le le

Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska
Poland - Africa, Africa - Poland
Makumba, Makumba, Makumba ska