where is the tribe for me?
Where, living in some primitive stage,
unhelped by Margaret Mead?
where is my ethnic group?
Who live unseen, unknown?
Waiting to show me puberty rites
You're not an entomologist
You're not an ornithologist
Like some unfrocked theologist
I'm not an anthropologist
Where's their natural habitat?
Where they still roam free
Anthropologically, tell me where,
searching through the jungle dark and deep,
on safari, searching for my tribe,
all the guides have run away.
And the drums, the drums,
Through the boa constrictors,
tss, tss, and the gorillas, ah -ha, and the quicksand,
tss, tss, and the ah, ah, tss,
and there's no one to be sorry
Through the giant bushwood trees,
grass huts, cooking fires.
strangely painted savages,
and at last I've found them.
Here is the tribe for me.
No more stampeding elephants.
No more drums, bubble away.
No more tss, tss, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.
Well, yes, I wanna, I wanna drive.
And they take me to meet their chief,
and I hear the strange mu
Oh, no, it can't be, it's...
Albert, you've beat me to it again.
Albert, tell me, please, where,
where is the tribe for me?
One that has not heard of NYU,
People who bear no allegiance
Oh, please, I'm on bended knees.
Where are these aborigines
where is the tribe for me?