I met a sheik 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