Track five on Here Come The Bags!.

Lyrics

See that man with the ragga-doo
He’s General Local’s favourite number two

If you want to get somewhere
He’s who you go through

I was revered for my American shoes
His hotel has none of the amenities that I’m used to
But I like it
Yes I tell myself I like it
It must be true
It must be true

Having whiskey with my ? man
Fanning ourself with a bamboo fan
Praying we don’t end up in a windowless van

I was almost killed for my American shoes
This hotel has none of the varieties of booze
That I’m used to
But I like it
Yes I tell myself I like it
And you do too
And you do too

See the lady with the bloody heart
She’s General Local’s favourite saucy tart
Her eyes will blind you and you’ll, you’ll fall apart

They won’t care about what’s in your heart
They don’t care about what’s in you
I designed my own death warrent too
But I like it
I love her
I love her
My Burkina Faso lover.