.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' s.
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