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There's a danger zone, not a stranger zone |
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Than the little plot I walk on that I call my home |
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Full of eerie sights, weird and skeery sights |
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Ev'ry vicious animal that creeps and crawls and bites!! |
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On the Amazon, the prophylactics prowl |
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On the Amazon, the hypodermics howl |
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On the Amazon, you'll hear a scarab scowl and sting zodiacs on the wing |
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All the stalactites and vicious vertebrae |
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Hunt the stalagmites while laryngitis slay |
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All that parasites that come from Paraguay in the spring |
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Hmm, hmm hmmm |
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Snarling equinox among the rocks will seize you |
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And the fahrenheit comes out at night to freeze you |
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Wild duodenum are lurking in the trees |
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And the jungle swarms with green apostrophes |
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Oh, the Amazon is calling me |
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On the Amazon, the pax vobiscum bite |
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On the Amazon, the epiglottis fight |
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On the Amazon, the hemispheres at night all slink where the agnostics drink |
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All the hippodromes that lie concealed in mud |
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Hunt the metronomes that live in swamp and flood |
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Then the kodachromes run out and drink their blood, poor ginks |
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While velocipedes among the weeds will scare you |
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And the menopause with hungry jaws ensnares you |
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Frenzied adenoids infest the hills and slopes |
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Everyone avoids the deadly stethoscopes |
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Oh, the Amazon is calling |
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Yes, the Amazon is calling |
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Oh, the Amazon is calling me-ee!! |
