He would recount the stories he had learned so well

Fourteen years is a long time in one cell

When the pipe is passed the opium does its rounds

Papa Legba sitting pretty in a chicken little town

His textured skin, like leather in the sun

Fingers beating hard upon a native drum

He picks his teeth with a splintered back rib bone

Papa Legba bears his fangs and lays alone

Hey Papa Legba, hoo-boo-be-do

Hey Papa Legba, no one gonna bother you

Hey Papa Legba, hoo-boo-be-do

Shake Papa Legba, no one's gonna bother you tonight, alright

He was free to dance alone where the spirits run

His almond eyes would twinkle on a hundred sons

His champagne toast and white meat on a spit

Papa Legba's drunken with a smile upon his lips