Round and round the world I go

Like a man possessed

Systematically searching for

A certain girl in a little white dress

Bullet trains, boats and planes

Places she might be

Just one or two remain

To alphabetically, geographically, eliminate the possibilities



Zanzibar

People say I go too far

Chances are they're right

But I don't want to talk about it

Everywhere I looked before

She wasn't there

So here we are

On the road to Zanzibar



This exotic life I lead

Strange as it may seem

To chase a girl around the world

Who might be real or maybe I dreamed

Tropic isles, bonus miles

Once I flew for free

Sometimes it takes a while

To alphabetically, geographically, eliminate the possibilities



Zanzibar

People say I go too far

Chances are they're right

But I don't want to talk about it

Everywhere I looked before

She wasn't there

So here we are

On the road to Zanzibar



Not Argentina, not Ipanema

Not Madagascar, so not Alaska

Not Minnesota, not North Dakota

I've been there before

Not Beijing and not Palm Springs

Madre Sierra, French Riviera

Not Singapore and not Bora Bora

Hey girl I think you're in



Zanzibar

People say I go too far

Chances are they're right

But I don't want to talk about it

Everywhere I looked before

She wasn't there

And here we are

On the road to Zanzibar

Here we are

On the road to Zanzibar