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He's got arms like legs |
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He's got hands on his feet |
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He's got a nose like a doughnut |
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He's got a tendency to over eat |
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He don't use tools or weapons |
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He don't eat meat |
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He likes to stick to the bushes |
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Tends to avoid the street |
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But he rides my el dorado |
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When he comes to town |
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You know he's out there somewhere |
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Tryin' to track you down |
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Look up in the sky |
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Mama that's the one |
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See the mighty profile |
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Block the noonday sun |
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He comes from the heart of darkness |
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A thousand miles from here |
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That's the land where they understand |
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What a woman might like to hear |
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You know that he loves you baby |
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For what you really are |
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His love is a burning hot |
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As a big old ten cent cigar |
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Now most of y'all |
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Have seen a gorilla |
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In a cage at the local zoo |
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He mostly sits around contemplating |
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All the things that he'd prefer to do |
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He dreams about the world outside |
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From behind those bars of steel |
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And no one seems to understand |
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About the heartache the man can feel |
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The people stop and stare |
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But nobody seems to care |
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It don't seem right somehow |
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It just don't seem fair |
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He's still a gorilla |