Tangier

In Tangier down a windy street

Where beggars meet and on old rags do sleep

The women dressed in soiled white sheet

With starving kids by their side.

With staring eyes that never weep

Old Moroccans with their elephantiasis feet

Who life and death treat so cheap

Happy in their hunger

For they live longer than their fathers.

In Tangier down a windy street

Where beggars meet and on old rags do sleep

The women dressed in soiled white sheet

With starving kids by their side.

With staring eyes that never weep

Old Moroccans with their elephantiasis feet

Who life and death treat so cheap

Happy in their hunger

For they live longer than their, than their, than their fathers.