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 rythms of the street

Batucada Suite-rythms 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 rythms from the streets



Batucada Suite-rythms 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 why 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

Writer : BROCKERT, MARY C
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing