Africa, that continent under a cruel sun
This time is the topic of a song
There comes, you see, dark people
In hunger to ask around things all strange
Do you think that by playing a guitar you can make the world better
I don't know if it's so, but at least I play it right way around
Mass is still mass in South Africa
Keeps a well-ostrich and pisses blacks to the eye
Somewhere children are eaten and a nigger notes too
Oh Africa, this is the land of the rhinos
At this part, on the topic of the song
A new phase begins, the out-speaking
Moves out of the way of that, excellently important question
Do you think that by playing a guitar you can make the world better
I don't know if it's so, but at least I play it right way around
Still more bad news from Africa
Soon even there won't be rhinos either
They are shot at first in secret on a savanna
Then the horn under an arm in Nairobi people pass out
At this part, on the topic of the song
A new phase begins, the out-speaking
Moves out of the way of that, excellently important question
Do you think that by playing a guitar you can make the world better
I don't know if it's so, but at least I play it right way around