Hey Papa Legba - Elton John

He would recount the stories he had learned so well\nFourteen years is a long time in one cell\nWhen the pipe is passed the opium does its rounds\nPapa Legba sitting pretty in a chicken little town\nHis textured skin, like leather in the sun\nFingers beating hard upon a native drum\nHe picks his teeth with a splintered back rib bone\nPapa Legba bears his fangs and lays alone\nHey Papa Legba, hoo-boo-be-do\nHey Papa Legba, no one gonna bother you\nHey Papa Legba, hoo-boo-be-do\nShake Papa Legba, no one’s gonna bother you tonight, alright\nHe was free to dance alone where the spirits run\nHis almond eyes would twinkle on a hundred sons\nHis champagne toast and white meat on a spit\nPapa Legba’s drunken with a smile upon his lips