| Hes got arms like legs
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| Hes got hands on his feet
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| Hes got a nose like a doughnut
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| Hes got a tendency to over eat
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| He dont use tools or weapons
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| He dont 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 hes 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 thats 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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| Thats 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 yall
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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 hed prefer to do 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 dont seem right somehow
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| It just dont seem fair
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| Hes still a gorilla |