Lyrics:
(with a splash)
Get jiggy, no kizzy (no cap)
Native Bane, Palm Angels and a lil Fendi (Native Bane)
Get Groovy, hoes choosing
Do it look like I got left
praises to the Most High
Feeling native with my fringe on. No need to hit the club to get my pow wow on, sing it
Ahayah
All respect to the natives from
the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday Night
Their music is a fiddle
the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday Night
Their music is a fiddle
the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there all right
But they all go native on Saturday Night
Oh, well the music is
Meglio stasera, baby, go, go, go
Or as we natives say, "Fa subito!"
If you're ever gonna kiss me
It had better be tonight
While the mandolins
the moon's a little bashful and seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright but they all go native on Saturday night
Their music is a fiddle
On an island far away where the tropic breezes play
Waits a dark eyed native girl the sweetest girl in all the world
I still miss her more each day
In this troubled world today
We're asked to lend a hand
Which I will, but first with me
Comes my own native land
Gladly will I help this world
the moon's a little bashful and it seldom shines
Civilized people live there alright
But they all go native on a Saturday night
Their music is a fiddle
to go
A chance to trade for furs among the natives that I know
Skimming 'cross the water in those birch bark batteaux
In October 1670 we set out from
Meglio stasera
Baby, go, go, go
Or as we natives say
"Fa subito"
If you're ever gonna kiss me
It had better be tonight
While the mandolins
Meglio stasera
Baby, go, go, go
Or as we natives say
"Fa subito"
If you're ever gonna kiss me
It had better be tonight
While the mandolins
don't have to leave it
Ain't no stranger here, I am your native son
Soldier, sailor, servant, slave
All the blood and sweat I gave
I sang songs
you off at East and the Third
Oh, oh, oh
You're a native New Yorker (New York City girl)
You should know the score by now
You're a native New Yorker
(Ndlovu) Ndlovu
(Jaju) Maya
(Sana) Mamtsita
(Mabe)
O kwesithathu mama tata
Ngobubele benu
Nothando lwenu (Soze ndini libale)
AFM my producer
Native rhythms
Native Tongue
First verse
I left so many years ago
I travelled far, I travelled low but now I’m coming home
The people here are real to me That’s why
Sayin', "Don't ya know me? I'm your native son"
Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
Sayin', "Don't ya know me? I'm your native son"
Yes, I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when day is done
There's a sunny little, funny little melody
It was started by a native down in Waikiki
He would gather a crowd down beside the sea
And they'd play
Sittin' in a native hut
All alone and blue
Sittin' in a native hut
Wonderin' what to do
Along came a native girl
Did a native dance
It was like in
For all of our languages we can't communicate
For all of our native tongues we're all natives here
Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream
papalaka boo
Digariga digariga digariga doo
Digariga digariga digariga doo
The native grieve when the white
Men leave their huts, because
They're
the thought you had in a taxi cab
That got left on the curb (ooh)
When he dropped you off at East 83rd, ohh
You're a native New Yorker (New York, New York,
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