I went to mother land
To see the famed masquerade
The one with the saxy voice
And numerous legs when the drums beat.

Have you been to motherland
Come and see our egungun
Masked in joseph's uniform
Reeling tumultous african rhythm.
He calls himself lagbaja
Enough to desuade curious admirer
For lagbaja only means nobody
Whenever he is unmasked

He will wake up mungo park
With his sax and bata drums
Weaving folksongs and lore
Into modern awakening

I love lagbaja so much
Not only because his dancing steps
For his music celebrates
The beauty of black