Written: Madagascar — January 1999
Verse One
It was late one evening in a Malagasy diner whenI met you
You had me so sprung up I just didn’t know what to do
All in a town, the locals they call Fianarantsoa
Chorus
Fianarantsoa, Fianarantsoa, Fianarantsoa
Verse Two
So I went down town and got me a plate of grilled zebu
Now this, my friend is smoothing you never wanted to do
Cause you spend next mornin' hunched down in the loo
All these things in a crazy old town, they all call Fianarantsoa
Chorus
Fianarantsoa, Fianarantsoa, Fianarantsoa
Verse Three
It was late one evening in a Malagasy diner when I met you
You had me so sprung up I just didn’t know what to do
All in a town, the locals they call Fianarantsoa
Chorus
Fianarantsoa, Fianarantsoa, Fianarantsoa
(2 B C)