Under the thatched umberalla
They lounge by the milky green sea
Through cupped hands white sands funnel down
Unto the tops of her feet
Across the sea is Africa
The placid sea
Dappled with light fromthe setting sun
The Costa Del Sol skyline
Is littered with construction cranes
Resorts are multiplying
As Europeans flock to the sun
Young Germans are chilling out
On the whitewashed verandas
They've got Kruder and Dorfmeister
Kickin on a Band and Olafson
Ooh la la
Across the sea is Africa
Ship lights blink
Trancing west, port of call in America
People come out after nighfall
Locals are scanning for girls
Children have the run of the boardwalk
They ziparound the chrome scooters
The elderly enjoy their ice cream
Part of their all-inclusive deal
The air thick with languages
The air caresses the skin
Across the sea is Africa
Ship lights blink trace the east
Port call in Tunisia
The pulse of the discotech can be heard from the shore
The beach is illuminated with lights of motos and little cars
The young will congregate
And move their bodies again
While on the beach they stroll by barefoot
And hum that 80's tune
Across the sea is Africa
Ship lights blink
Trancing west, port of call in America