Back To Casablanca

I was so sick and tired of this town My friends were all busy, or just not around I took off heading for motherland Seeking for colors, water and sand I don't know much about Africa But I know I'll go back to Casablanca I don't know much about Africa But I know I'll be back in Casablanca Walking around to pass the time away Hearing that man singing five times a day I can't really tell what I've seen Where I've been Desert or city, somewhere in between I don't know much about Africa But I know I'll go back to Casablanca I don't know much about Africa But I know I'll be back in Casablanca