In the jungle, dancing naked,
gorgeous lady, well-appointed.
She gyrates, cries Shake it! Shake it!
Wow, she must be double jointed.
Crouching in the jungle leafage,
I admire her wondrous cleavage.
She turns cartwheels, she’s amazing.
Swings from branches, does some high kicks.
She could sell me double-glazing,
win my heart and the Olympics
but it’s hopeless, don’t you see ...
Beauty’d scorn a beast like me.
Bare Gyrls
