i met a shiek from mozambique
who led me to the congo. he dreamed to go to mexico
and sample a burrito. my temperature 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
and coolin' off in the shade. my temperature 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 temperature had risen again
it must have been a hundred and ten.