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Ali dances and the audience applauds
Though he's beathed in sweat he hasn't lost his style
Ali don't you go downtown
You gave away another round for free
I'm just another face at Zanzibar
But the waitress always serves a secret smile
She's waiting out in Shantytown
She's gonna pull the curtains down for me
for me
CHORUS
I've got the old man's car
I've got a jazz guitar
I've got a tab at Zanzibar
Tonight that's where I'll be
Rose
he knows he's such a credit to the game
But the Yankees grab the headlines every time
Melodrama's so much fun
In black and white for everyone to see
I'm trying just to get to second base
And I'd steal it if she only gave the sign
She's gonna give the go ahead
The inning isn't over yet for me
CHORUS
Tell the waitress I'll come back to Zanzibar
I'll be hiding inthe darkness with my beer.
She's waiting out in Shantytown
She's gonna pull the curtaains down for me
for me
Autumn is warm
These are my golden years
Roll on a casino of shadows at the Ocean del Sol
Fortune is long
But these are the older years
When the waterfall spider sparkles and turns like a
clock in the dark
Far from the spring
Sit in a barber's chair
Still bringing glamour to towns where the hammer must
fall
Feminine man
Tall in the evening air
With the Zulu who walks with you always by your side
And the pain goes
And explain those
Spiders are building their webs across skulls' eyes in
the dark
Far from springtime
In a barber's chair
Time to pull on the face that you keep in a jar by the
door
Galloping ghosts
Take me to Zanzibar
Forward and forward the chargers they're charging in
dreams at least
Rallying round
The faces of every old ghost
In a postage stamp world we slipper away with a cradle
of cats
In a postage stamp world
There is nothing yet left to believe in
For a fox-hunting man who has sold all his clothes to
the slave trade
You are lovely in face
Love me in body and everything
You've got laughter and brains and I love you so much
in your hat
And the pain goes
Further and further and deeper and deeper inside
And the time goes so slow in the winter time rolling in
straw and hay
For a fox-hunting man
Who can stand in the fire and just fade away
You are lovely of face, you are lovely of body and soul
Galloping ghosts
Take me to Zanzibar
Forward and forward the chargers they're charging in
dreams at least
Rallying round
The faces of every old ghost
In a postage stamp world we slipper away with a cradle
Did we ever meet in Zanzibar?
Two Caucasians at the town bazaar
Are you who you say you are?
Did you offer me a dark cigar?
You must have thought you were so bourgeois
Are you who you say you are?
After all these years, you haven't changed at all
But I can't say you look the same
Summer days are hot in Zanzibar
In the night, the sky is filled with stars
Listen, you can hear your guitars
Native people, skins as black as tar
Wear bright colored robes in Zanzibar
They've never even heard of ska
On a guided tour of limestone caves
Did we see where the traders kept their slaves?
Was that how we spent the day?
After all these years, you haven't changed at all
But I, I can't say you look the same
I have never been to Zanzibar
I have always thought it was too far
You're not who you say you are
You're not who you say you are
Willkommen an Bord, hier alles klar
wärst Du fertig für ne Reise nach Sansibar
sind die Leinen los, wird der Mond Dich sehen
wird ein sehr sehr altes Karussell sich drehen
die Sonne schien - vor Deiner Zeit auf die großen
Unbekannten der Vergangenheit
ist Dir klar genug, wie man Wörter wählt
wenn man Wesen trifft, bei denen jedes zählt
sind die Sinne scharf, bist Du aufgeräumt
oder wach genug, wenn der Rest nur träumt
wirst Du wirklich wissen, wer gelandet ist
wer du vorher warst & wer Du vielleicht bist
du brauchst kein Ticket hier an Deck
egal, ob Koffer oder Handgepäck
nimm, was Du willst, es geht umsonst
solange Du es auch selber tragen kannst
willkommen an Bord hier alles klar
wärst Du fertig für ne Reise nach Sansibar
sind die Leinen los, wird der Mond Dich sehen
wird ein sehr sehr altes Karussell sich drehen
brauch keinen Besen, der hier fegt
und keine Zeitgeist-Zeitung, um zu wissen was die Uhr schlägt
Ahu, Ahu, Ahu, Afrika, Ahu, Ahu, Ahu, (darüber :Kilimandscharo) Afrika,
Ahu, Ahu, Ahu, (darüber:Heia Safari) Afrika, Ahu, Ahu, Ahu, Afrika,
Hömma Mamma samma somma ma na Afrika?
Hömma Mamma samma lamma domma da hin fah'n!
Hömma Mamma samma somma ma na Afrika?
Oder sommer in de Sansibar? :I
Sansibar - Ohoho - Sansibar –Ohoh –
Vater Rhein und Mama Afrika
Sansibar - Ohoho - Sansibar –Ohoh –
Allemann in de Sansibar
Ahu, Ahu, Ahu, Ahu, Ahu, Ahu, Ahu, Ahu
Allemann in de Sansibar – in de Sansibar – in de Sansibar
Allemann in de Sansibar – Alle in de Sansibar!
Hömma Mamma samma hamma noch wat Bargeld da?
Hömma Mamma samma hamma noch wat da in bar?
Hömma Mamma samma hamma noch wat Bargeld da?
Jo? Dann jommer in de Sansibar :I
Sansibar - Ohoho - Sansibar –Ohoh –
Allemann in de Sansibar – in de Sansibar – in de Sansibar
Vater Rhein und Mama Afrika
Sansibar - Ohoho - Sansibar –Ohoh –
Allemann in de Sansibar – Alle in de Sansibar!
Allemann in de Sansibar
Samma jommer för jot oder jommer leger
Samma jommer jetz' glich oder jommer noher
Samma jommer övverhoup oder blieve mr he
Samma somma ma? Saach jetz' blos nit nä!
Sansibar - Ohoho - Sansibar
Allemann in de Sansibar – in de Sansibar – in de Sansibar
Vater Rhein und Mama Afrika
Sansibar - Ohoho - Sansibar –Ohoh –
Allemann in de Sansibar – Alle in de Sansibar!
Allemann in de Sansibar
The streets are paved with savage dust
They torture love come cum they must
Feel the night with the smell of lust
Intoxicates the air
Feel your flesh it makes me whole
It makes me cold your love I stole
The one you hold you'll never know
She sold her soul beware
There all out there now, I'll take you there
There out on the move, ga, ga, god knows where
The dirty girls all bent on pleasure
Extort the greedy sex offenders
Creature comforts never end her
Lust for life for love
The sinful ways of wickedness
Alluring power of decadence
Never lonely loneliness
The affair is never fair
The lights glow far from star to star in Zanzibar
The calling card, your love is hard in Zanzibar
One look one touch, a touch too much in Zanzibar
I was trotting along
The desert was hot
[Wolf howls]
And I sang this song:
Yo, I'm rugged
My camel's got the three-wheel motion
Every word I say you want to put it to your quotient
Zanzabar!
Raised by the wolves
Oxford education as phrased by the wolves
My khaki shirt tucked into my tight khaki pants
I drink too much and do my white wacky dance
To hell with that I'm a man without shame
Listen to the howls on the wind there's my name
ZANZABAR
Oh yes bitch say it loud
I see the shape of vagina in every passing cloud
In my weird state I thirst for bread
But settle for sketches of vagina clouds instead
I hunger for water, ache for my wolf friends
I have jerked off to vagina clouds at least 73 times now
Vagina clouds... vagina...
They look so pretty
I wonder if people suspect that I'm a wolf
As opposed to a manly adventurer
Man it's hot
Sun all around me
I'd better focus on a vagina cloud to ground me
Ah that's better
Whoops there's the wolf cock
I think that I'll rape my sidekick with my name ZANZABAR
Sidekick:
Goddamn is it hot
What's the deal,
It seems we haven't been talking for hours
The sun is so hot
I've been eating sand mixed with flowers
Zanzabar, he calls them sand pops
I call them disgusting,
He likes them a lot,
He says "They're tastier hot
Better strike that match up"
I said "maybe you're right
Could you pass the ketchup?"
And that's about it on the conversation front
What he could he be thinking as he sits on his hump
I bet he just hates
The rice pilaf I made
And seems less than impressed
With the souffle I souffleed
In fact he's never impressed with anything I cook,
He just points to the sky
Turns to me and says "look
That vagina cloud there, I think it winked at me"
I say that's great, double Z, I just saw a bunny
And that one there kind of looks like a gun
ZanZabar:
A vagina gun?
Sidekick:
No a regular one
Like this one here that I'm pointing at you
Filled with poisonous darts that stick to you like glue
See, I'm sick of your crap
And your vagina rap
So I leave you to die
As your spinal gets tapped
Slowly losing your mind
And start hallucinating
So you can watch your clouds and keep masturbating
[Snuffling sounds]
ZanZabar:
Whoa...
Zanzabar feels funny
I'm floating up to the clouds and everything looks runny
Sidekick:
Z. come back, I feel terrible
But the heat and the verbal abuse was unbearable
ZanZabar:
Worry not, toady sidekick, I don't hate ya,
Though I wish I had time to come down there and rape ya
Sidekick:
You don't mean that I'm sure that's the poison that's talking
ZanZabar:
With my new wings I prefer flying to walking
Sidekick:
You're just flapping your arms in the sand!
ZanZabar:
Your delusions of grandeur are certainly grand
Now if you don't mind I'll be flying to China
Oh look! there's a cactus that's shaped like a vagina
Sidekick:
Wait you fool I stepped in some shit
ZanZabar:
Observe as I tickle the cactus's clit
Sidekick:
I just bought these shoes
Holy crap I am mad
Now I'll have to return them
I've lost the receipt
It must be here somewhere... in the trash
Aw, who took out the trash?
Mom, I told you not to come in here
It's my room,
Mom:
Honey...
Sidekick:
It's my, my space
Mom:
But I pay the bills
Sidekick:
Don't you see the side of the door I've got to cut keys
Mom:
Where's your friend Zanzabar?
Sidekick:
Mom, what do you care?
Mom:
Well, he was supposed to come over...
Sidekick:
You're always spying in here and trying to tell me what to do!
Mom:
Hey...
Sidekick:
I'm sick of this song, really sick of this
Mom:
If you need a little rest
I advise you for the best
Take a plane and be my guest
Zanzibar, (Zanzibar), Zanzibar, (Zanzibar), is not far
We will be alone
There will be no telephone
I will make you feel at home
Zanzibar, (Zanzibar), Zanzibar, (Zanzibar), is not far
Hey come to Zanzibar
Lovely Zanzibar
If you know you will find
What you have in your mind
On Zanzibar
Tell on-one where you are
And it's not too far
I'll be waiting for you on Zanzibar
Zanzibar
On my island in the sun
People walk they do not run
But they have a lot of fun
Zanzibar, (Zanzibar), Zanzibar, (Zanzibar), is not far
Baby you will stay
Or come back some other day
You will love it anyway
Zanzibar, (Zanzibar), Zanzibar, (Zanzibar), is'not far
The story begins...
I was trotting along
The desert was hot
[wolf howls]
and I sang this song:
Yo, I'm rugged
My camel's got the three-wheel motion
Every word I say you want to put it to your quotient
Zanzabar
raised by the wolves
Oxford education as phrased by the wolves
My khaki shirt tucked into my tight khaki pants
I drink too much and do my white wacky dance
To hell with that I'm a man without shame
Listen to the howls on the wind there's my name
ZANZABAR
Oh yes bitch say it loud
I see the shape of vagina in every passing cloud
In my weird state I thirst for bread
But settle for sketches of vagina clouds instead
I hunger for water, ache for my wolf friends
I have jerked off to vagina clouds at least 73 times now
Vagina clouds... vagina...
They look so pretty
I wonder if people suspect that I'm a wolf
as opposed to a manly adventurer
Man it's hot
sun all around me
I'd better focus on a vagina cloud to ground me
Ah that's better
whoops there's the wolf cock
I think that I'll rape my sidekick with my name ZANZABAR
Sidekick:
Goddamn is it hot
What's the deal,
It seems we haven't been talking for hours
The sun is so hot
I've been eating sand mixed with flowers
Zanzabar, he calls them sand pops
I call them disgusting,
he likes them a lot,
he says "They're tastier hot
Better strike that match up"
I said "maybe you're right
Could you pass the ketchup?"
And that's about it on the conversation front
what he could he be thinking as he sits on his hump
I bet he just hates
the rice pilaf I made
and seems less than impressed
with the souffle I souffleed
In fact he's never impressed with anything I cook,
He just points to the sky
turns to me and says "look
That vagina cloud there, I think it winked at me"
I say that's great, double Z, I just saw a bunny
And that one there kind of looks like a gun
ZanZabar:
"A vagina gun?"
Sidekick:
No a regular one
Like this one here that I'm pointing at you
Flled with poisonous darts that stick to you like glue
See, I'm sick of your crap
and your vagina rap
So I leave you to die
as your spinal gets tapped
Slowly losing your mind
and start hallucinating
So you can watch your clouds and keep masturbating
[snuffling sounds]
ZanZabar:
"whoa
Zanzabar feels funny
I'm floating up to the clouds and everything looks runny"
Sidekick:
Z. come back, I feel terrible
but the heat and the verbal abuse was unbearable
ZanZabar:
"Worry not, toady sidekick, I don't hate you
Though I wish I had time to come down there and rape ya"
Sidekick:
You don't mean that I'm sure that's the poison that's talking
ZanZabar:
"With my new wings I prefer flying to walking"
Sidekick:
You're just flapping your arms in the sand!
ZanZabar:
"Your delusions of grandeur are certainly grand
Now if you don't mind I'll be flying to China
Oh look! there's a cactus that's shaped like a vagina"
Sidekick:
Wait you fool I stepped in some shit
ZanZabar:
"Observe as I tickle the cactus's clit"
Sidekick:
I just bought these shoes
Holy crap I am mad
Now I'll have to return them
I've lost the receipt
It must be here somewhere ... in the trash
Aw, who took out the trash?
Mom, I told you not to come in here
It's my room,
Mom:
(Honey...)
Sidekick:
It's my, my space
(But I pay the bills)
Sidekick:
Don't you see the side of the door I've got to cut keys
Mom:
(Where's your friend Zanzabar?)
Sidekick:
Mom, what do you care?
Mom:
(Well, he was supposed to come over...)
Sidekick:
You're always spying in here and trying tell me what to do!
Mom:
(Hey...)
Sidekick:
I'm sick of this, really sick of this
Mom: