Lyrics:

Here comes mister Dudo flyin up the street
Running like a fire burning under his feet
Castin his eye to the left and to the right
Lookin for a place where he can duck out of sight

Here come the gumba, gumba rumblin up the road
Lookin for some bodies to fill up her load
A big fat cap he hangin off the back
Scoopin up the stragglers, and givin them a whack

Come on boy, jump inside (Ka Kwela)
Come on boy, were gonna take you for a ride
Its an excursion where you dont have to pay (Ka Kwela)
At the end of the line youll find a place to stay.

Kwela, Kwela
You gotta listen to the man (Yo Bo Baas)
Kibela, Kwela
Everybody jump in the van
Kwela, Kwela
You better listen to the man (Hear him talkin)
Kibela, Kwela
Everybody jump in the van

Now dudo he doin, doing pretty well
He got a private room in the blue hotel
Every day he gets a complimentary meal
Maybe, check out soon if he can make a deal
If you want to play music out on the street
Be sure you got your tackys tied on your feet
You better make sure that you stay outta sight
cause the chacklas van as got a big appetite

Come on boy, jump inside (Ka Kwela)
Come on boy, were gonna take you for a ride
Its an excursion where you dont have to pay (Ka Kwela)
At the end of the line youll find a place to stay.
Kwela, Kwela, you better listen to the man
Kibela, Kwela
Everybody jump in the van