Bajour: Where Is the Tribe for Me?

Lyrics

[EMILY] Where, where Where is the tribe for me? Where, living in some primitive stage Is that unstudied breed Who've somehow managed Coming of age Unhelped by Margaret Mead? Where, where, where is my ethnic group? Where are the savage pre-adamites Who live, unseen, unknown Waiting to show me puberty rites That I can call my own? You're not an entomologist Until you get the word You're not an ornithologist Until you get the bird Like some unfrocked theologist I haven't got a prayer I'm not an anthropologist Until I write a diatribe On why tribe a is there! But where? Where can they be at? Where's their nat-ural habitat? Where they still roam free Anthropologic'ly! Tell me where, where is the tribe for... Sometimes I see myself... Searching, searching Through the jungle, dark and deep On safari, Searching for my tribe! Through the wild birds... Awk! Awk! And the poison darts... Pht-t-t! And the jungle cats... Roar! And the (slap)... Tse-tse-flies! Food gone, water gone All the guides have run away And the drums! The drums! Searching for my tribe! Through the boa constrictors... Ss-ss! And the gorillas... Ah-I-ah! And the quicksand... Shlurp! Shlurp! And the ... Awk! Awk! Ph-t-t-t! Roar! (Slap) ... Tse-tse flies! Onward through the area Burning with malaria! Alone on my safari And there's no one to be sorry If I rot...with dry rot! But wait... Wait ... Look there... Look there! Through the giant bush-wood trees! Grass huts! Cooking fires! Can it be my tribe? Now they're coming... Strangely painted savages And at last, l've found them! Here is the tribe for me! No more laughing hyenas... Hee-hee-hee! No more stampeding elephants... Onk! Onk! No more drums... Bob-a-loo-ai-yay! No more... Ss-ss! Ah-i-ah! Shlurp! Shlurp! Awk! Awk! Ph-t-t-t! Roar! (Slap)... Tse-tse-flies! Yes, here, here is my tribe! And now they Come to greet me, crying "Bwana bwana!" "Yes, I bwana! I bwana tribe!" And they take me to meet their chief And I enter a large hut And I hear the strange music of... [THE SOUND OF A MIGHTY ORGAN PLAYING BACH'S "JESU, JOY OF MAN'S DESIRING" IS HEARD] [EMILY, spoken] ... Oh no! It can't be! It's... Albert! You beat me to it again Albert, tell me please [EMILY] Where, where Where is the tribe for me? One that has not heard of N.Y.U D.A.R. or L.B.J.! People who bear no allegiance to C.I.O. or C.I.A.! Oh, please, I'm on bended knees! Where are these Aborigines Who were meant to be My Ph.D.! Tell me where Where is the tribe for me!