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...