Lyrics
African Man (Iggy Pop)
I eat a monkey for breakfast
I eat a skunk for lunch
I live in the bush
I eat with my fingers, I don't use no knife and fork
'cause I live in the jungle
I no eat tigers
I know about lions
I know about lions, I know about everything that lives in the jungle
I'm an African man, I'm an African man
And I do what I can
What's that bird, so strange
In a blue Kenya sky
It's a dirty bird
Go home ya dirty white man
Go home ya, go home ya dirty white man
I hate ya, I hate the white man
Wanna go back to the jungle again where I came
Oo, ah, oo it's good in the jungle
I know lions, I know tigers
I know elephants
I'm an African man, I don't eat with a fork
I don't use no knife
I use my finger
I live in the bush
I'm gonna stomp like a gorilla, I beat my chest
I know tiger, tiger rag
I know lions, eat with fingers
I live in bush, live in bush
I live in bush look up at blue sky
Blue sky of Kenya, airplane up high
But that airplane is flying too low
That white man's airplane is flying too low
Sometimes things change too slow....
Ibis-Afro Man (The Fall)
I ate a monkey for breakfast
I eat a skunk for lunch
I living in the bush
I eat with my fingers
I don't use no knife or fork
Cos I live in the jungle
I live in the jungle
I'm living in the bush
I'm living in the bush
I'm eating with my fingers
I use no fork or knife
I use no fork or knife
I know elephants and lions
I'm a Ibis Hotel man
And I do what I can
And I do what I can
I eat a monkey for breakfast
I eat a skunk for lunch
I'm living in the bush near Luton
I'm a Ibis Hotel man
I'm eating with my fingers
I use no fork or knife
Sometimes things double too slow
And the sky, the sky tremble above me
It looks so great
I eat with my fingers
I use no fork or knife
All I want's a hotel to climb
I'm a Ibis Hotel man
I'm living in the bush
A round return, I'm a man
And I do what I can
And I do what I can
I ate a monkey for lunch
And for breakfast I ate a snack
I ate a skunk for lunch
I'm an Ibis Hotel man
I do elephants and lions
To the children that I provide
I'm an African man
I'm living in a [ ]
I'm an African man
And I do what I can
I got three minutes
I eat a lunch
I put it on the bill
I eat a skunk, I eat a skunk
[ ]
My throat was dry
And I look around, I looked around
And I always did
Uh uh uh
I got Christmas Island
And join the troops
I got Christmas Island
I'm gonna join the troops
Join the troops
When you look around, I sit down
A mission
I'm an average computer man
And I do what I can, I do what I can
I do what I can, I do what I can, I do what I can
And here's one of my friends
He's gonna sing one of the old songs from Trigger Happy
"Good evening, London, you lucky lucky lucky people ... Mark E"
I was walking down the street again and again
Commentary
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Footnotes
Sources / Links
- The Annotated Fall: “Ibis-Afro Man” [Archived]
- Smith, Mark E. (2008). Renegade: The Lives and Tales of Mark E. Smith. London: Penguin.
- The Track Record: “Ibis-Afro Man”
- Wolstencroft, Simon (2014). You Can Drum But You Can’t Hide. London: Strata Books.
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