Boogey Down By Miriam Ching Yoon Louie Pump up the volume Hips rolling Arms waving Fingers popping Bodies undulating Sweat flying Comes the call "Party over here!" Then the response "Party over there!" "Party over here!" Oakland Convention Center Eve of South Africa's first free elections After years pounding pavements, picket lines Arrests, tent cities, boycotts, sanctions Folks can't wipe the grin off their face Bopping shoulder to shoulder with Bay Area Free South Africa Movement Rainbow Coalition vets Black elected officials Niagra Democratic Club Vukani Mawethu Every choir and reggae band That ever graced East Oakland Labor and community activists Vendors of incense, kente cloth, ANC T-shirts It's not everyday That folks get to rock out To a victory this sweet. "Party over there!" Is the reason we got party over here Polling lines wiggle all over the country Old timers lean on canes Get carted in chairs, stretchers, wheel barrows To cast the first Possibly the last vote In their whole weary lives Mandela dignified Unbelievably broadminded World statesman All those years in prison Didn't break but prepared him Non-racial is real Not rhetoric During his inauguration Jets thunder overhead People go crazy Realizing the country Jets and all Finally belongs to them. Everyone who would have been busted For even thinking about Toie toieing under apartheid Now doing it on dusty roads In trucks, buses, trains For days, nights Beyond the point of exhaustion Possessed by the spirits of the Steve Bikos Ruth Firsts Chris Hanis Fallen comrades of Sharpeville Soweto Crossroads Natal. So boogey down, Sisters & Brothers Pump up the volume Then build your nation Your liberation Amandla Awethu God Bless Africa.