he's got arms like legs
he's got hands on his feet. he's got a nose like a doughnut
got a tendency to overeat. he don't use tools or weapons
he don't eat meat. he likes to stick to the bushes
tends to avoid the street. but he rides my el dorado when he comes to town. you know he's out there somewhere trying to track you down. look up in the sky
mama that's the one
yeah. see the mighty profile block the noonday sun. he comes from the heart of darkness a thousand miles from here
that's the land where they understand what a woman might like to hear. you know that he loves you baby for what you really are
his love is a burning hot as a big old ten cent cigar. now most of y'all gave seen a gorilla in a cage at the local zoo. he mostly sits around contemplating all the things that he'd prefer to do. he dreams about the world outside from behind those bars of steel
and no one seems to understand about the heartache the man can feel. the people stop and stare but nobody seems to care. it don't seem right somehow
it just don't seem fair. he's still a gorilla.