Night time constantly rewind my mind
back to the age of dancing, heart and soul
A hot cassette is, playing vividly my favourite tunes
Written in magnetic waveforms.

Sweat is dripping from the roof
Smoke is emanating from the floor.
Eyes as deep as in a full moon.
Bodies aching wanting something more.
Curtains flying in swirling pool of blue
While it welcomes you to Zanzibar

I'm not fond of distance
You've got to take me back
Take me, waste me

The glass of vodka and the cigarettes
makes you the dancing queen Abba would never guess.
Cue this up, crossfade splits me in half.
Hear the crescent feel in' here in Zanzibar.