Shiek

Shiek
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, havin' some Coke
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.