Batucadia Suite

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