walkin' down below the line That Louisiana man is gonna get you yet With his Dixie lullaby He's got a Dixie lullaby He's got a Dixie lullaby
a kingdom KKK killin, keenly keepin kosher (L!) Livin legitimate, legal license, Lex' lastin longevity Luxury life, language lacin lyrical legacy Lightin L's, loudly loungin livin large like Luther Loadin long Lugers lethally lullabying
so hard I cried It was somewhere in those rainy seasons, that I learned to carve my song Yeah, East of Woodstock, West of Vietnam Oh Africa, Mother Africa
below the line That Louisiana man is gonna get you, yet With his Dixie lullaby He's got a Dixie lullaby Ohh, it's a Dixie lullaby, bye
down laguna way Now down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels Subterranean lullaby Met an african prancer
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hangin' dry Window's wide open African trees Bent over backwards in a hurricane breeze Not a word, a goodbye,
the bamboo trees, I sang that Jungle lullaby Singin, swingin, On a lazy afternoon in paradise Croonin, swoonin, That old time song, where the days are long, It's a Jungle Lullaby
killin, keenly keepin kosher (L!) Livin legitimate, legal license, Lex' lastin longevity Luxury life, language lacin lyrical legacy Lightin L's, loudly loungin livin large like Luther Loadin long Lugers lethally lullabying
dashing Posing for paparazzi's down Laguna way Down in the metro I feel the world start to multiply Bastille, rubber wheels, spiked heels, subterranean lullaby Met an African
to sleep. It's really got me dream stalking. And why are you bothering me? When it's so early. You'll only catch me sleep talking. [Chorus] {Malinese lullaby in french/african
