Sanoja: Najwa Nimri. Mayday. Hey Boys, Girls.
:
Elephants strayed far from their herds
Leathery skinned
Leathery skinned
Leathery skinned
Their swinging trunks
And ears of felt
Down on the veldt
A moonbeam stole
Along each tusk
And then i sang to the boys
Hey boys, hey boys, hey boys
Hey boys, hey boys, hey boys
Branches made of ivory
That seems to fly
Leathery skinned
Leathery skinned
Leathery skinned
Their swinging trunks
And ears of felt
Down on the veldt
A moonbeam stole
Along each tusk
And then i sang to the girls
Hey girls, hey girls, hey girls
Hey girls, hey girls, hey girls
Rhythm time away
Tam, tam , tam...
Rhythm time away
Tam, tam , tam...
Branches side, branches side lining my face
Branches side, branches side lining my face
In africa once a black woman, a black man
In africa once a black woman, a black man
Hunters at home
They curl up the bare
Soles of their feet
While they're singing
Massacre songs with all this little sounds, baby
Branches side, branches side lining my face
Branches side, branches side lining my face
Branches side, branches side lining my face
Hey boys, hey boys, hey boys
Hey boys, hey boys, hey boys
Hey girls, hey girls, hey girls
Hey girls, hey girls, hey girls
Branches side, branches side lining my face
Branches side, branches side lining my face
Elephants strayed far from their herds
Leathery skinned
Leathery skinned
Leathery skinned
Their swinging trunks
And ears of felt
Down on the veldt
A moonbeam stole
Along each tusk
And then i sang to the boys
Hey boys, hey boys, hey boys
Hey boys, hey boys, hey boys
Branches made of ivory
That seems to fly
Leathery skinned
Leathery skinned
Leathery skinned
Their swinging trunks
And ears of felt
Down on the veldt
A moonbeam stole
Along each tusk
And then i sang to the girls
Hey girls, hey girls, hey girls
Hey girls, hey girls, hey girls
Rhythm time away
Tam, tam , tam...
Rhythm time away
Tam, tam , tam...
Branches side, branches side lining my face
Branches side, branches side lining my face
In africa once a black woman, a black man
In africa once a black woman, a black man
Hunters at home
They curl up the bare
Soles of their feet
While they're singing
Massacre songs with all this little sounds, baby
Branches side, branches side lining my face
Branches side, branches side lining my face
Branches side, branches side lining my face
Hey boys, hey boys, hey boys
Hey boys, hey boys, hey boys
Hey girls, hey girls, hey girls
Hey girls, hey girls, hey girls
Branches side, branches side lining my face
Branches side, branches side lining my face