Carry Me Back to Old Morocco

Carry me back to Old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Carry me back to Old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
You made a song disappear
I was hearing in my head
Now the cactuses are talking
And I sleep in the wind
I was really getting there
Then you came and all was bare
Carry me back to Old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Carry me back to Old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Rama Rama Rama, watch me now
Ah ah...Ah ah...Ah ah...Ah ah...
I was really almost there
Pulling handfuls of white hair
From the surface of the moon
You said you'd come back soon
But it's too late, it's too late
Carry me back to Old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Carry me back to Old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Rama Rama Rama - watch me now...Sing it...
I was choking on the fish I ate for dinner
It was good while it lasted
I should've fasted, I almost had it yesterday
Song tied up my ankles
Couldn't walk, couldn't wiggle til you came along
Untied the song and let its
Long golden fingers grasp the wind
It was good while it lasted
(Ah ah) it was good while it lasted
(Ah ah...Ah ah...)
It was good while it lasted (Ah ah)
Carry me back to Old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Carry me back to Old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Rama Rama Rama - watch me now...
Carry me back to Old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people
Carry me back to Old Morocco
Where the tea is strong and so are the people