He's walking through the streets,
like every day and every evening.
On the headphones the same old reggea beats
And he is in a brown study.
It's the end of a rainy day and the clouds up there are still grey.
He wanna see his friends in a club where he can dance
To the rhythm of this Caribbean sound, with his feet on the ground and a sight
Like a hungry baracuda

'til now he was alone
and occupied with himself.
Had a lot of ways to roam
And a lot of walls to climb up.
Now she is standing there, the nicest girl of the western hemisphere,
on the discman Johnny Clegg, she feels his eyes on her neck.
"You got all the qualities I do prefer, searched the whole universe for you,
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And they're dancing together through this cold and rainy night
And he forgets his friends because he is holding her tight.
His hand below her shirt, without saying any useless words
And their thoughts and dreams turning 'round

Like a hungry baracuda