Aborigine – Lyrics

Out my window I see
An aborigine
Painted face and wild eyes looking at me

He’s camping out on my back porch
Wakes me up when he lights his torch
Hunting and gathering around the neighborhood

He takes a Smithsonian stance
Goes into his ritual dance
It’s a midnight party I can’t escape
I can’t wait ’till morning to play back the tape

If you’re keeping score
Have another s’more
There’s no point in judging me tonight

He’s got a friend or two
They can haunt you too
Conjure up a Dreamtime made for you

He takes a Smithsonian stance
Goes into his ritual dance
It’s a midnight party you can’t escape
I can’t wait ’till morning to play back the tape

Out my window I see
The aborigine
He’s packing up his bags and moving away

I’m going to miss his cries
The shadows ’round his eyes
The misty summer evenings lit with fire

He takes a Smithsonian stance
One last ritual dance
Then he fades slowly into the mist
He’s one native dancer I’m going to miss

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