La negra Tomasa

I'm so in love with the black tomato
That when he leaves home
How sad I get
I'm in love with the black Tomasa
How sad I get

Oh, oh, oh
That pretty black girl
I've become a bilong
That pretty black girl, (really pretty)
I've become a bilong

I just like food
What's cooking for me?
I just like coffee
That she sneaks me in

I just like food
What's cooking for me?
I just like coffee
That she sneaks me in

Oh, oh, oh
That pretty black girl, (really pretty)
I've become bilongo, (bilongo)
That pretty black girl, (really pretty)
I've become a bilong

I'm so in love with black Tomasa
That when he leaves home
How sad I get

I'm so in love with black Tomasa
That when he leaves home
How sad I get
Oh, oh, oh

That pretty black girl, (really pretty)
I've become bilongo, (bilongo)
That pretty black girl, (really pretty)
I've become a bilong

Quiquiribu, mandingo
Quiquiribu, mandingo
There in Havana, beef jerky
And there in the east, mabinga
I met a cook
Who cooked mabinga

And crushed the garlic
With the head' the mortar
How Tomasa danced
In the neighborhood of the timba
Quiquiribu, mandingo