You got worked

You got worked

When you blushed at the pyramid′s passing into mythology

Stencilled drawings for tourist's wives

Remembering Africa in the past tense

Like your favourite National Geographic

You remember the one

With the bare-chested villages and the bright smiles

All the while, we laid the cut

Reciting old prayers with young lips

We didn′t brag about it

We didn't show it off

We didn't say a word, we just smiled inside at the news

Yeah man, you got worked

When you bathed yourself in Africa

Got a reason they can′t tell ya conversations about the moon, but

And shone gold, and lay at sea, and Cleopatra

And that eloquent African prince that wants to help you

Become a millionaire for an advanced fee

Oh no, we didn′t laugh at it

And we sure didn't drink the Kool-Aid

We just watched from afar

Reciting old prayers with young lips

You see, unicorns shouldn′t have to show their worth

Yeah man, you got worked

You got worked

You got worked

You got worked

You got worked

We watched you in the lecture hall

As you sat in the front row of the African Studies class

Beating bodhai rhythms on your legs

While nursing capoeira wounds

And memorising verses about Countee Cullen

Oh, you didn't notice? We noticed you

So call that padrino you met online

Call your doctor, call your therapist, call your life coach

But it won′t matter, none of it will matter

Because you got worked

You got worked

You got worked

You got worked

You got worked

Yeah man, you got worked

You got worked

Yeah man, you got worked

You got worked

You got worked

You got worked

You got worked

You got worked

You got worked

Yeah man

You got worked

Yeah man

You got worked

Yeah man, you got worked