Bwana
LINDSEY BUCKINGHAM
The night brings the stranger,
The jungle cries for more.
The natives in the villages,
The visitor at the door.
We all have our demons,
And sometimes they escape.
But Bwana is the visitor,
In control of your own fate.
Bwana, Bwana, Bwana,
Bwana, Bwana, Bwana
The night brings on strangers,
The jungle cries for more.
The natives in the villages,
The visitor at the door.
