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I met a shiek from Mozambiquewho led me to the Congo.
He dreamed to go to Mexicoand sample a burrito.
My tempature had risen again,it must have been a hundred and ten.
Under the oaks I was telling some jokesand thinkin' I had it made-
Gettin' on with the folks, havin' some Cokeand 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 floatto Rio de Janeiro.
So with my scuba I swam to Cubabut I'll be gone tomorrow.
My tempature had risen again,it must have been a hundred and ten.
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