I met a shiek from Mozambique Who led me to the Congo He dreamed to go to Mexico And sample a burrito My temperature 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 Getting on with the folks, havin' some Coke And coolin' off in the shade My temperature 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 temperature had risen again It must have been a hundred and ten