Did we ever meet in Zanzibar?   Two Caucasians at the town bazaar   Are you who you say you are?      Did you offer me a dark cigar?   You must have thought you were so bourgeois   Are you who you say you are?      After all these years, you haven't changed at all   But I can't say you look the same      Summer days are hot in Zanzibar   In the night, the sky is filled with stars   Listen, you can hear your guitars      Native people, skins as black as tar   Wear bright colored robes in Zanzibar   They've never even heard of ska      On a guided tour of limestone caves   Did we see where the traders kept their slaves?   Was that how we spent the day?      After all these years, you haven't changed at all   But I, I can't say you look the same      I have never been to Zanzibar   I have always thought it was too far   You're not who you say you are      You're not who you say you are   You're not who you say you are