I knew a little girl and she was born, born in the ghetto. I knew a little girl and she was born in the ghetto. She was a mother and a fatherless child and she was always running wild, always running wild. She was a mother and a fatherless child and she was always running wild, always running wild. Sahara Sahara Sahara Mash it up, mash it up. Put your money on the floor. I knew her so well, she always had stories to tell. I knew her so well, she always had stories to tell. She was a mother and a fatherless child and she was always running wild always running wild. She was a mother and a fatherless child and she was always running wild, always running wild. Sahara Sahara Yes, yes, bring it down, bring it down a bit, bring it down, bring it down, bring it down. Well it's a great honor to be here. I'm so glad you're here, dedicating this one to the writer himself, Laura Akin, who we wish was here. I've never sung this song before, it's the first time ever. But I love the song, I love it. Thank you Laura for the wicked song. You take us there. Sahara Sahara Come on and march it on. Yes, yes. March, march, march. Sahara I knew her so well she had a story to tell. Sure she did. I knew her so well she had a story to tell. She was a mother and a fatherless child and she was always running wild, always running wild. She was a mother and a fatherless child and she was always running wild. She used to dance every night for the men around the caravan. She used to dance every night for the men around the caravan. Sahara Sahara Yeah, thank you, thank you, thank you. Thank you to the number one station.