Africa (Ashley Beedle's Going Home Edit) - Madness

Oh, I wake up in the morning, can't get out of bed

What a terrible aching in my head?

I'm pulling up the sheet, shutting out the light

But not today, today I cannot fight

I couldn't get to work if I wanted to

The state I'm in you'd be glad if I don't

I wash my face, comb my hair

Any minute and I will soon be there

I'm standing by the sink, looking over Market Square

The freezing windows, going out I cannot face

The dirty dishes from the night before

And dirty clothes are strewn across the floor

I couldn't get to work if I wanted to

The state I'm in you'd be glad if I don't

I wash my face, comb my hair

Any minute and I will soon be there

'Cause I'll go down to Africa

When I fall asleep

The burning plains of Africa

Is where I'm going to be

Oh, I've said goodbye to Holloway

Farewell Southend-on-Sea

The burning plains of Africa

Is where you will find me

I will soon be there

I will soon be there

'Cause I'll go down to Africa

'Cause I'll go down to Africa