Morocco Songtext
von Shelley Segal

Walking down the market streets in Morocco
When an old man came up to me
He said ′Rasta, come here, have a look what I got
Have a look yeah, coz looking is free'

I say ′Thanks but no thanks, didn't bring that much money,
I'm gonna save it for the things that I need′
And he looks me up and down and he says with a smile
He says, ′Rasta, do you wanna buy some weed?'

He said, ′Rasta do you wanna go fly in the sky
Rasta don't you want to get high?
And watch all your worries and your troubles pass you by
Rasta don′t you want to fly'

Jamming with the clan we were a traveling band
Playing in Marrakech park just after 3am
A little boy across the street came over to listen
And he asked us if he could play


He was eight years old with no home for his younger brothers
And he could play the drums better than me
He was high as a kite from sniffing glue all night
And as I wondered if he′d make it to sixteen he asked me

Shelley do you wanna go fly in the sky
Shelley don't you want to get high?
And watch all your worries and your troubles pass you by
Shelley don't you want to fly′

Running through the streets at night
I was approached by a guy
Who held out his palm to me
And my money was in my pocket but my sex was in the air
And I knew he thought he was giving me a real good fright

As I turned around to leave through his toothless grin he whispered
′Rasta, I'm gonna love you tonight!′

He said, 'Rasta do you wanna go fly in the sky
Rasta don′t you want to get high?
And watch all your worries and your troubles pass you by
Rasta don't you want to fly