Inda Inda Indaba

Despite a few distractions

I'm a man of simple charm

I work hard for my money

There no way you'd twist my arm

If there's something I believe in

I won't be settled down

Don't believe in giving money

If you haven't earned your own

Whoa-o-o-oa, whoa-o-o-oa

Whoa-o-o-oa, whoa-o-o-oa

Sit back, sit back

And question gifts for nothing, hand to hand

A beggar stays a beggar

If you give him one more Rand

Whoa-o-o-oa, whoa-o-o-oa

Inda, inda, indaba

Now I'm living in a city

That's-a going up in smoke

Can't afford to live too pretty

Cost of living's not a joke

Hard labour (right!)

Is my escape from the evil in a gift

I'd rather shake the hand one day

The hand of heavy work

Whoa-o-o-oa, whoa-o-o-oa

Whoa-o-o-oa, whoa-o-o-oa

Sit back, sit back

And question gifts for nothing, hand to hand

A beggar stays a beggar

If you give him one more Rand

Whoa-o-o-oa, whoa-o-o-oa

Inda, inda, indaba

Sit back, sit back

And question gifts for nothing, hand to hand

A beggar stays a beggar

If you give him one more Rand

Whoa-o-o-oa, whoa-o-o-oa

Whoa-o-o-oa, whoa-o-o-oa

Sit back, sit back, sit back

We apologize (...)