Steely Dan Database
My nom-de-vage is Mexuine I carry the proper papers I seek the primal rhythms of the bush I preserve great moments as they come And sure this must be one Brightly colored dancers on the screen Are no more than a prelude to the ritual unfolding No white man's eyes have ever seen The cruel primeval rite that you're beholding Kulee Baba Coming your way Ev'ry Sunday Live from nowhere Sat'lite relay Hell on Broadway My suit is a bright Irish green The color and cut are striking I'm something of a standout in the crowd Don't chew on that power cable, son I guess I owe you one Bored with my Chief Engineer I'll mix with the mouth for all the folks at home I'm tasting the local beer And half the crew is dancing in the fold [Chorus] [Solo] Sweet holy Jesus, what a night Saint Augustine was right The cam'raman began the Kulee Baba The broadcast was over Our featured friends were gone I hear there's a bash in New Orleans It's a long finale, we must be moving on Moving on... [Chorus]