Did we ever meet in Zanzibar?

Two Caucasians at the town bazaar

Are you who you say you are?



Did you offer me a dark cigar?

You must have thought you were so bourgeois

Are you who you say you are?



After all these years, you haven't changed at all

But I can't say you look the same



Summer days are hot in Zanzibar

In the night, the sky is filled with stars

Listen, you can hear your guitars



Native people, skins as black as tar

Wear bright colored robes in Zanzibar

They've never even heard of ska



On a guided tour of limestone caves

Did we see where the traders kept their slaves?

Was that how we spent the day?



After all these years, you haven't changed at all

But I, I can't say you look the same



I have never been to Zanzibar

I have always thought it was too far

You're not who you say you are



You're not who you say you are

You're not who you say you are

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