My Mate's a Primate

I have a friend who beats his chest Who thinks he's tough, an ego blessed He goes out clubbing, club in hand Neanderthal romance, clubber lang. He drinks banana daiquiris by the bowl Experiments with chest wigs, an anthropoids soul He apes around to attract a mate A regular swinger awaiting his fate. My mate's a primate, completely nuts He likes jungle rap and scratching buts He knows his trees and their Latin names Defecates in bushes without any shame. My mate's a primate, he's natures fan A big white grin and an amazing arm span He cracks nuts with feet, his party trick Employs his member as a measuring stick.