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