Africa Lyrics

Are you off to Africa

You sure to have your shot

Don't forget your bathing suit

The beaches will be hot

Or your camera

Or your flash

You'll take pictures everywhere

And your toothpaste and your teeth

If you'll be eating there

If you'll be eating there

Oh the Africans

The Africans

They need our missionaries

They have too many babies

And too few dignitaries

They always dress for parties

They wear flower pots for hats

And the men have many wives

And they fight like dogs and cats

And they fight like dogs and cats

And we hope that someday

They'll be civilized as we are

And they'll have their own computers

And TVs and VCRs

And they'll learn to live in peace

Like the western countries do

Since we learned to love each other

At the end of World War II

At the end of World War II

In Africa I've heard it said

There are too many wars

All those tribes they fight each other

No one seems to know what for

That's the trouble with those Africans

You know they watch too much TV

They've been watching Wheel of Fortune

Now they want democracy

Yes they want democracy

Did you read the news On Africa

It all looks pretty grim

The government collapses

The army marches in

The Muslims will not like you

So be sure to wear a gun

When they bomb the U.S. Embassy

And the helicopters come

And the helicopters come