According to this guy (more info on Lord Executor, too), the lyrics are (Shango being the Yoruba god of thunder):


THREE FRIENDS' ADVICE

According to condition, me friends and relation
They gave me their opinion.
According to condition, me friends and relation
They gave me their opinion.
One said, "Join the Shouters' band."
Another one said, "Be an obeahman."
But to Vio I answer, "No,
I think I going to learn to dance the Shango."

I was advise by a certain friend
Who introduce me then to the Shouters' den
And all the ceremonies that I went through.
We sang, "Moses, Moses, take off thy shoe."
I fasted for forty days singing hymn,
And then they duck me in the river but I could not swim.
Then to Vio I answered, "No,
I think I going to learn to dance the Shango."

In two weeks time, friends, I got so fat,
And you can imagine the cause of that:
Stew eggs and fried macaroni
That in the meeting the sisters would bring to me.
Khaki, serges, palm beach and white.
The cork hat and the legging as to lace up tight.
Still to Vio I answered, "No,
I think I going to learn to dance the tango."

Soon after that I draft a different plan
And decided to be an obeahman.
Around my neck I had a chaplet
And the beard that I had was like Galbadier.
The shirt on me bosom was a motor-car bag,
And the coat on me back was a tickilay rag,
And to Vio I answered, "No,
I think I going to learn to dance the Shango."

Now listen, friend, what I had in me room
Was a grinning skeleton with a face of doom,
A dancing peacock painted in red
With a jumping krapo without a head,
Three blind mice and a makawel snake,
And a big tar baby to walk and shake,
Then to Vio I answered, "No,
I think I going to learn to dance the Shango."