Woke up one morning, cucaracha in my bed.
They were gnawin' on my chest hairs; layin' eggs in on my head
They were big as semis and eyes of red
I made tracks out of bed - but they grabbed me and said...
Chorus:
You've got those Jungle Blues and you don't know what to do.
South America's growin' on you,
but you've still got those Jungle Blues
I saw red landing lights and thought it was Nam,
but the thunder wasn't choppers and they didn't have bombs.
It was a Hewey Daytona Turbo 6, glass pack hydrolic cam lifters
multiport fuel injected metered induction helio-mosquito--in other words that sucker was BIG!
He was comin' at me with a razor sharp nose
headed right for my jugular with a three inch suction hose.
I jumped in the water to get away from the bugs.
I felt these little nibblings and sharp little tugs.
I thought it was just minnows picking on me,
until that piraña bit off my left knee.
Went out for McDonalds, found McIncas instead.
All they had on the menu was juanes and bread.
I'll have a Coka, "Pasta?" he said.
Sarah didn't understand, so I had Inca Kola instead.
Don't order bananas it's not a full meal
and about the cebeche, I think it's a raw deal.
The cereal here is really a flop,
with crujes and milk,
there's no snap-crackle-n-pop.
Ok, we admit,
Yarinacocha's not so bad
playin' tag on the motos is really rad.
Drinkin' Cokes at the com and going to town,
but you guys are all right for just hangin' around.