Moroccan magic pouring off the silver screen
Taking me to places no one has ever been
Fly the China Clipper
Sail the Sally B.
There’s no need to try to tell me
It’s not what it seems
Because it all takes me home
It all takes me home
It all takes me home
Summer sun Havana palms sway beside the clear green seas
Movies of Havana are all that I can see
Still enchantment wakes me
Enchantment takes me
To the promise of perfection
Outside the dream
Motor yacht pulses in the Casablanca moonlight
Pomade and perfume fill the summer air
Ladies of the island
Ladies of estate
Mingle close and dance the rumba
That’s why they’re there
It all takes me home
It all takes me home
It all takes me home
Mike: Thank you. Ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha.