Sansibar

I've seen the whole world,
from Singapore to Aberdeen.
If you ask me where it was the most beautiful,
I'll say: Sansibar!
It was a tough journey,
ten weeks just scrubbing the deck;
I cursed the world, spat into the wind,
and swallowed salty water.

When we dropped anchor, it was heavenly peace,
and the sun was directly overhead.
When I looked over the railing, I thought I was dreaming:
There were a thousand boats heading towards us.

In the boats sat men and women,
their bodies glistening in the sun.
And they sang a song,
that seemed strangely familiar to me,
but I've never heard it like that before,
yes, I've never heard it like that before.

ALOA-HEA-HEA LOA-HEA-HEA LOA-HEA-HE

Their boats tied up alongside ours,
and with the wind came laughter.
They took off their flower wreaths
and threw them over to us-
hey- and the party was already in full swing.

ALOA-HEA-HEA LOA-HEA-HEA LOA-HEA-HE

I saw paradise,
it was in nineteen-ten.
The helmsman had sailors in the mast and the
paymaster had been ravaged by the clap.
But otherwise, we were in the best of health.

ALOA-HEA-HEA LOA-HEA-HEA LOA-HEA-HE