Then, the second one I wrote at the carnival in Rio
when I heard the bongo drums all night,
it's called "The Lost Dancing."
When the drums come to your door,
do not try to shut them out, do not turn away and resist them
for they have come to tell you what you need to hear,
they are your fate.
When Anthony heard them, he knew then
that he had lost Egypt forever, he
did not shriek or tear his clothes
for he always knew they would come someday.
What the drums speak to you is so
inevitable you have to agree with them,
nothing else could be right.
So when the drummers and dancers come to your door,
your life changes and with no bitterness.
But with a sad smile after all what you had,
you love the way few men love.
And as someone who was worthy of such a kingdom,
join the Army of the lost dancing, follow the drums,
and turn and wave goodbye to the Alexandria you are losing.
[APPLAUSE]