Shiek

I met a shiek from mozambique

Who led me to the congo.

He dreamed to go to mexico

And sample a burrito.



My tempature had risen again,

It must have been a hundred and ten.



Under the oaks I was telling some jokes

And thinkin' I had it made-

Gettin' on with the folks, havin' some coke

And coolin' off in the shade.



My tempature had risen again,

And it must have been a hundred and ten.



I took a boat that couldn't float

To rio de janeiro.

So with my scuba I swam to cuba

But I'll be gone tomorrow.



My tempature had risen again,

It must have been a hundred and ten.