I am Nomad and I am free,
relaxing under the shade of a banyan tree
with my ukulele and my family.
Until one day a bulldozer came close
and the mean poachers shot us all with a dose.
Later when they unloaded us, they laughed and drank a celebratory toast.
I heard all the shooters boast,
“I killed the old one.” “No, it was me.”
They killed my father and separated my family.
I am Nomad and I am no longer free.
I look out at the faces beyond the steel cage,
I sit on a tree swing and conceal my rage.
Look at your brochure, I’m on the third page
at 11:00 and 1:00, you can catch me onstage.
They killed my father and separated my family.
I am Nomad and they don’t let you see me for free.
One night I sat and talked under a full moon
asking questions to the flamingo and the wise baboon.
Like, will I ever leave this place and will it be soon?
They said, “Actually, we’re planning to sneak out tomorrow afternoon.
You can go with me to the mountains or follow the flamingo to the lagoon.”
They killed my father and separated me from my troop
and made me dance with a hula hoop.
Force fed me sedatives by the scoop
in horrible soup, that made my eyes droop.
For money, there’s no low that they won’t stoop
but when they weren’t looking I finally escaped their coop.
They killed my father and took us from our tree.
I am Nomad and I am free.
Nomad 