Carry Me Back to Old Morocco - Was (Not Was)

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