He often walks ahead
He doesn’t really know
how to walk slow
Starts a day with dark black coffee
His lights are low his voice is low
He sleeps with his radio on
He can’t sleep
while his mind is trapped
Looks so cool with chucks
and whistling
He likes bossa nova
and freestyle rap
So it goes like
Not too bad is how he’s doing
Not so great is how she’s treated
What a combination to celebrate
He’s an African boy
Does he make her sigh
He’s an African boy
Sometimes she cries
That African boy
All he needs is joy
That African boy
But she wants him to stay
That African boy
He sits back a long way off
She doesn’t really know
how to fill the space
Is he coming closer soon enough
Is it a right place or need to replace
So it goes like
Not too bad is how he’s doing
Not so great is how she’s treated
What a combination to celebrate
He’s an African boy
Does he make her sigh
He’s an African boy
Sometimes she cries
That African boy
All he needs is joy
That African boy
But she wants him to stay
He’s an African boy
Does he make her sigh
He’s an African boy
Sometimes Sometimes she cries
All he needs is joy
That African boy
But she wants him to stay
That African boy
So it goes like
Not too bad is how he’s doing
Not so great is how she’s treated
What a combination to celebrate
He’s an African boy
Does he make her sigh
He’s an African boy
Sometimes she cries
That African boy
All he needs is joy
That African boy
But she wants him to stay
He’s an African boy
Does he make her sigh
Sometimes Sometimes she cries
All he needs is joy
But she wants him to stay
He’s an African boy
Does he make her sigh
He’s an African boy
Sometimes Sometimes
Sometimes she cries
All he needs is joy
But she wants him to stay
That African boy