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.