Did we ever meet in Zanzibar,
Two Caucasians at the town bazaar?
Are you who you say you are?
Did you offer me a Dutch cigar?
You must have thought you were so bourgeois.Are you who you say your 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
And at night the sky is filled with stars.Listen.You can hear guitars.Native people,skins as black as tar,
Wear bright-coloured robes in Zanzibar.
They`ve never even heard of ska!
On a tour of limestone caves
Did we see where traders kept their slaves?Was that how we spent the day?After all these years,you haven`t changed at all
But I can`t say you look the same.I have never been to Zanzibar
I have always thought it was too farYou`re not who you say you are.
Composição: David Faulkner / James Baker / Rod Radalj.
