In nineteen twenty five
A Bushman came alive
Taught himself to shoot
With a bow and arrow
His will to stay alive
Was burning him inside
Day by day he'd hunt
In search of wildlife

Wo-ho, wo-ho, the Bushman
Wo-ho, wo-ho, the Bushman
He fights like a man should do
He strives like a man should do
He never cries
He never lies
He's just a simple man

He lives under a tree
Hides himself and sleeps
His mind is tuned
To be aware of danger
He never makes mistakes
Survival is his way
At night he plays a song
On a wooden kalimba

Wo-ho, wo-ho, the Bushman
Wo-ho, wo-ho, the Bushman
He fights like a man should do
He strives like a man should do
He never cries
He never lies
He's just a simple man

All he wants to be is friendly
But nobody understands him
He's never seen the world
He's living in
It makes me so sad

(Bushman monologue: Mpudi, from the Jamie Uys film, The Gods Must Be Crazy)

Wo-ho, wo-ho, the Bushman
Wo-ho, wo-ho, the Bushman
The sun was beating down
His feet were bare and strong
He'd walk for miles and miles
No heat exhaustion

Wo-ho, wo-ho, the Bushman
Wo-ho, wo-ho, the Bushman

Written by Russel Kramer