To Cape Town Songtext
von Ike Moriz

You wanna see the ′Mother City' way down,
Buy your ticket, pack your bags and your best gowns.
Lose your frown and get down to Cape Town.

Fly over Egypt, Central Africa and Zim,
Much easier than slaving at the gym
Lose your frown and get down: To Cape Town.

Now you land and drive on the N2 in style,
You pass Kayelitsha and Guguletu in a while.
You see townships, crossing goats and racing cars,
Mountain views, mighty oceans and the brightest stars.


Sell your shares, rip up your plastic and get hip:
When you take a risk and make that south-bound trip
Lose your frown, get down to Cape Town.

Sell your shares, rip up your plastic & get hip:
When you take a risk & make that south-bound trip
Lose your frown, get down to Cape Town.

Oh, sell your shares, rip up your plastic and get hip:
When you take a risk a make that south-bound trip
And lose your frown, get down to Cape Town.
Lose your frown, get down to Cape Town.
Oh, lose your frown, get down to Cape Town.