Papa Roach

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.