[Lyric] Soraya/March of the Nignies (Dr. Buzzard's Original Savannah Band)

Yankee romancers:
The gift they gave us was the cafe au lait!
Oh, ol' trouble I fear
Oh, oh, oh, mulatto, oh yea!

Tropical gangsters:
Upstarts who claim that they're the master race!
Gonna be trouble, I fear
Oh, oh, oh, mulatta, oh yea!

My home and my family
Overrun by half-breeds--
Some thing's gotta be done
I can't live like this no more (I hear that!)

Soraya, bring big gun
We'll deal with them one by one
Soraya, shoot, shoot, run (shooo shooo/-+o voodooo)
Soraya, bring big gun
And let's have some bloody fun
Nignats do the rats in--
Kunta and Grimel don't mix
Like creme et cocoa
A Havanna heat wave
When the jirlies do the jungle-rumba!
Oh, ol' trouble I fear
Oh, oh, oh, mulatto, oh yea!

Balcony serenades
Under the moonlight with a stringless guitar
Oh, ol' trouble I fear
Oh, oh, oh, mulatto, oh yea!

Shut the windows, snuff the lights
Keep a good eye on your haughty wife--
Seductive sons-of-a-guns!
Soraya, bring big gun
We'll deal with them one by one
Shoot, shoot, run (shooo-shoooo voodoo lougarou)
Soraya, bring big gun
And let's have some bloody fun
Nignats do the rats in!
(Cafe au lait Cafe au lait)
Kiss your daddy and wish him well
For he's off to make the world
A darker place to live (Fathe knows best!)
Soraya, bring big gun
We'll deal with them one by one
Soraya, shoot, shoot, run (shooo shoooo voodooo)
Soraya, bring big gun
We'll deal with them one by one
Soraya, bring big gun
And let's have some bloody fun
Soraya, bring big gun
Soraya, shoot, shoot, run (sheusha lougarou you do jah voodoo)
Soraya, bring big gun
Soraya, bring big gun
The march of the nignies Kunta and Grimel nix nix!