Africa

Oh I wake up in the morning can’t get out of bed
What a terrible aching in my head
I’m pulling up the sheet shutting out the light
But not today, today I cannot fight
I couldn’t get to work if I wanted to
The state I’m in you’d be glad if I don’t
I wash my face, comb my hair
Any minute, and I will soon be there
I’m standing by the sink, looking over Market Square
The freezing windows, going out I cannot face
The dirty dishes from the night before
And dirty clothes are strewn across the floor
I couldn’t get to work if I wanted to
The state I’m in you’d be glad if I don’t
I wash my face, comb my hair
Any minute and I will soon be there
(Where?)
'Cos I’ll go down to Africa
When I fall asleep
The burning plains of Africa
Is where I’m going to be
Oh I’ve said goodbye to Holloway
Farewell Southend on Sea
The burning plains of Africa
Is where you will find me
I will soon be there
I will soon be there
Cos I’ll go down to Africa
Cos I’ll go down to Africa