Once upon a time I made a lion roar - he was sleeping in the sunbeams on the old zoo floor.
I had gone to see the park where my papa used to play
it s called called Villa Borghese and it s on the way to East Africa.
Down on Grand Comoro Island
where I grew past four
I could swim and fish and snorkel on the ocean floor
and the wind laughed
and the wind laughed through the trees as if to say
here s a child who ll want the world to go his way in East Africa
in East Africa.
Suddenly for me the world turned upside down - far from my friends the lions and the dolphins came this awful sound.
Dark shadows
sounds of thunder raging over me
came this monster called A-dre-no-leu-ko-dys-tro-phy Where s my East Africa? Well they said
they said
they said (the ones who know it all) they said from now on for you there will be no more standing tall
so I took my parents hands
I lifted my head to say I ll just have to be a hero
there s no other way! Back to East Africa Back to East Africa Back to East Africa Come with me I m going back
going back to East Africa.
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