Turn off the T.V.
Turn off the crap
Kick off your high heels
Climb up in my lap
And I'll play music
A song from me to you
Simple six string music
A ballad or the blues
No interruptions
Oh I remember that night in Africa
My daughter and my little guitar
Straddling the equator
The king of Zanzibar
Those shy black hidden faces
They didn't know me from Adam's cat
But the words and the singin'
And the people in a ring
And the whole night went like that
Now some folks like icing
Some folks like cake