Arab Kitsch

Down along the river Nile

Lives a lady sweet and shady,

She is all theworld to me,

All a sweetheart can be;

The stars were shining bright upon the river Nile

We met one summer night dressed in real elegant style;

And then we sat and spooned for hours among the bushes, trees and flow’rs;

’Twas there we hugged and kissed, oh! joy, such bliss, and then I said

CHORUS:

“Zu Zu, there is a kind o’ itching ‘round my heart,

Zu Zu, that is an evil omen we’ll soon part;

Don’t deceive me, but tell me true,

Do you love me as I love you?

Zu Zu, I got a kind o' itching ‘round my heart.”

Since I left my dark-eyed love

In old Africa, sunny Africa,

I am sure most patiently

She is waiting for me;

The day that we last met, her heart was wrung with pain,

Her words I can’t forget, “We may not meet again,”

And then she wept like a wounded dove and vowed by all the stars above,

Until eternity she’d wait for me, because I said: