I have crossed the mystic desert
To snap pictures of the poor
I've invited them to [bad word] Let them crash out on my floor.

There's sunshine in my veins
My kitchen's filled with flies
I'm crying out in vain
Like a little African child.

Trapped in me
There's an African child
Trapped in me
There's a little African child trapped in me.

All these rooms are cluttered with the spoils of my fame
My doors and windows shuttered I just can't keep out the rain
There's sunshine down in [bad word] My kitchen's filled with flies
I'm crying out for help
Like a little African child.

Trapped in me
There's an African child
Trapped in me
There's a little African child trapped in me.

All these blowjobs in limousines
What do they matters
What do they mean
To the little African child
Trapped in me.

[African chant]

African child
Trapped in me
There's an African child
Trapped in me
There's a little African child trapped in me
There's a little African child trapped in me
There's a little African child trapped in me.