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- Gettin' 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.