We got the beat
We got the beat
Everybody born here, mister
Got the rhythm in their feet
Must be the heat
Must be the heat
Must be the reason
You got da money, we got da beat
We got the Coca-Cola
We got the VCR
We live that mouse called Mickey
We love the TV stars
We don't have the tigers
Or the lion in our street
But here in darkest Africa, mister
We got da beat
We got the beat
We got the beat
Everybody born here, mister
Got the rhythm in their feet
Must be the heat
Must be the heat
Must be the reason
You got da money, we got da beat
We didn't invent the lightbulb
We didn't sail the sea
We didn't make gunpowder
Or practise slavery
No pen or paper
No shoes upon our feet
But here in darkest Africa, mister
We got da beat
We got the beat
We got the beat
Everybody born here, mister
Got the rhythm in their feet
Must be the heat
Must be the heat
Must be the reason
You got da money, we got da beat
We work on the computer
Swim in the jacuzzi
We like to cook the barbecue
And tune in to Bill Cosby
No Tarzan jungle
No oil beneath our feet
But here in darkest Africa, mister
We got the beat
We got the beat
We got the beat
Everybody born here, mister
Got the rhythm in their feet
Must be the heat
Must be the heat
Must be the reason
You got the money, we got the beat, yeah
We got the beat
We got the beat
Everybody born here, mister
Got the rhythm in their feet
Must be the heat (oh yes!)
Must be the heat
It must be the reason
You got the money, we got the beat, yeah
We got the beat
We got the beat
Everybody born here, mister
Got the rhythm in their feet, yeah
Must be the heat
Must be the heat
Yeah, that must be the reason
He's got the money, we got the beat
We got the beat
We got the beat
Everybody born here, mister
Got the rhythm in their feet
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Must be the heat
Must be the heat
Hey, that must be the reason
He's got the money, we got the beat
We Got Da Beat was written by Taliep Petersen & David Kramer.