He’s born in the land of mountains
He learned to climb them slow
He would never go around them
That’s the way he wants to go
He’s been travellin’ for ages
Wandering like the Jews
Through a desert full of dangers
To find back his roots

Music and cartoons,
He’s working hard to get by
Looking back at his ruins
Sometimes he’d sit down and cry

Look at this black boy, look at this gipsy boy
Look at this black boy, livin’ in the city (2x)

Like a raft lost out at sea
Waiting for a breeze
Waiting for God to help him
Praying on his knees
He’s trying for a regular life
He tries to step in line
But efficiency and time
He never managed to combine

Music and cartoons
He’s working hard to get by
Looking back at his ruins
Sometimes he’d sit down and cry

Look at this black boy, look at this gipsy boy
Look at this black boy, livin’ in the city (3x)

No women, no dope, no priest, no pope
Can put him on his feet again
Only he can turn the tide
But he just can’t tell you when

‘cos he’s born in the land of mountains
He learned to climb them high
He would never go around them
That’s the way he wants to go

Look at this black boy, look at this gipsy boy
Look at this black boy, livin’ in the city (3x)