I met a shiek from Mozambique
who led me to the Congo.
He dreamed to go to Mexico
and sample a burrito.

My tempature 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 tempature 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 tempature had risen again,
it must have been a hundred and ten.