Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox
Santeria
[Verse 1]
I don't practice Santeria
I ain't got no crystal ball
Well I had a million dollars
But I'd, I'd spent it all
If I could find that hyna
And that sancho that she's found
Well I'd pop a cap in sancho and I'd slap her down

[Chorus]
What I really wanna know, my baby
What I really want to say I can't define
Well it's love that I need, oh
But my soul will have to

[Verse 2]
Wait till I get back, and find a hyna of my own
Daddy's gonna love one and all
I feel the break, feel the break, feel the break
And I gotta live it out, oh yeah, well I swear that I

[Chorus]
What I really wanna know, my baby
What I really want to say I can't define
Got love! Make it go
My soul will have to
[Instrumental Break]

[Bridge]
Ohhh What I really wanna say, my baby
What I really wanna say is I've got mine
And I'll make it
Yes, I'm comin' up

[Verse 3]
Tell sanchito that if he knows what is good for him he best go run and hide
Daddy's got a new .45
And I won't think twice to stick that barrel straight down sancho's throat
Believe me when I say that I got something for his punk ass

[Chorus]
What I really wanna know, my baby
Oh what I really wanna say is there's just one
Way back, and I'll make it
But my soul will have to wait, oh