A song about the power of a beat, of a beat
Played by one of us creatures of the street, of the street

He used to know a little secret that he used to tell you with a bass drum
You used to have to stay, spending most of your night and day around the bass drum
On the bass drum honey, baba played, baba played, oh that bass drum honey, it was the newest craze

Around a man on fire, we did dance, we did dance
Around baba’s kitchen in a trance, in some trance

He used to know a little secret that he used to tell you with a bass drum
He used to sit and serve it to you straight, you know he did, on the bass drum
On the bass drum honey, baba played, baba played, with that bass drum honey,
Any women he would lay, any woman he would lay, I think he even slept inside that bass drum but he wouldn’t say

Oh Baba, where did you go now?
Oh Baba, where did you go now?
There’s no more dancing, there’s no more dancing, there’s no more dancing, dancing

He used to know a little secret that he used to tell you with a bass drum
And every morning after we’d be passed out at the footsteps of the bass drum
On the bass drum honey, baba played, baba played, on that bass drum honey, but the people wouldn’t pay, but the people would’t pay, so the street took Baba, the street took him away, took him away.