Hey Papa Legba

He would recount the stories he had learned so wellFourteen years is a long time in one cellWhen the pipe is passed the opium does its roundsPapa Legba sitting pretty in a chicken little townHis textured skin, like leather in the sunFingers beating hard upon a native drumHe picks his teeth with a splintered back rib bonePapa Legba bears his fangs and lays aloneHey Papa Legba, hoo-boo-be-doHey Papa Legba, no one gonna bother youHey Papa Legba, hoo-boo-be-doShake Papa Legba, no one's gonna bother you tonight, alrightHe was free to dance alone where the spirits runHis almond eyes would twinkle on a hundred sonsHis champagne toast and white meat on a spitPapa Legba's drunken with a smile upon his lips