by Jim Burgess
(parody of "Hotel California")
On the dark African plains
Cool WIND in my hair
Warm smell of fresh zebras
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a glimmering light (Aiheu abamami, not this again (-: )
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway
I had to stop and check
Cause I was thinking to myself
This could be Heaven or this could be Heck
(FCoS doesn't quite rate hell like other churches (-: )
She said come up to my cave
And she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel Sarafina
Such a lovely place
(Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel Sarafina
Any time of year
(Any time of year)
You can find it here
You can find it here
Her mind is certainly twisted
She gave me The Look again
She's got a lot of pretty lions
That she calls friends
How they dance on the Pride Rock
Sweet lion sweat
Some dance to remember
Some dance to forget
So I called the Grand Pumbaa
Please bring me my wine
He said
We have plenty of that spirit here, but all of it's mine
And still Nala's voice is calling from far away
Wakes me up in the middle of the night
Just to hear her say
Welcome to the Hotel Sarafina
Such a lovely Place
(Such a lovely Place)
Such a lovely face
They're livin' it up at the Hotel Sarafina
What a nice surprise
(What a nice surprise)
In those emerald eyes
I couldn't help looking
At her emerald eyes
And she said
We are all just prisoners here
Of our own device
And at the First Church of Simba
They gathered for the feast
They go out hunting almost every night
But they can't find no wildebeest
Last thing I remember
I was running for the door
I had to find the passage back to the place I was before
Relax said Jeff Dearman
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