Don McLean - On the Amazon lyrics
[Don McLean - On the Amazon lyrics]
There's a danger zone, not a stranger zone
Than the little plot I walk on
That I call my home full of eerie sights
Weird and skeerie sights
Every vicious animal that creeps
And crawls and bites
On the Amazon, the prophylactics prowl
On the Amazon, the hypodermics howl
On the Amazon
You'll hear a scarab scowl and sting
Zodiacs on the wing
All the stalactites and vicious vertebrae
Hunt the stalagmites while laryngitis slay
All that parasites that come from
Paraguay in the spring hmm, hmm hmmm
Snarling equinox among the rocks
Will seize you
And the fahrenheit comes out at
Night to freeze you
Wild duodenum are lurking in the trees
And the jungle swarms with green apostrophes
Oh, the Amazon is calling me
On the Amazon, the pax vobiscum bite
On the Amazon, the epiglottis fight
On the Amazon
The hemispheres at night all slink
Where the agnostics drink
All the hippodromes that lie concealed in mud
Hunt the metronomes that live
In swamp and flood
Then the kodachromes run out
And drink their blood, poor ginks
While velocipedes among the weeds
Will scare you and the menopause with hungry
Jaws ensnares you
Frenzied adenoids infest the hills and slopes
Everyone avoids the deadly stethoscopes
Oh, the Amazon is calling
Yes, the Amazon is calling
Oh, the Amazon is calling me
Than the little plot I walk on
That I call my home full of eerie sights
Weird and skeerie sights
Every vicious animal that creeps
And crawls and bites
On the Amazon, the prophylactics prowl
On the Amazon, the hypodermics howl
On the Amazon
You'll hear a scarab scowl and sting
Zodiacs on the wing
All the stalactites and vicious vertebrae
Hunt the stalagmites while laryngitis slay
All that parasites that come from
Paraguay in the spring hmm, hmm hmmm
Snarling equinox among the rocks
Will seize you
And the fahrenheit comes out at
Night to freeze you
Wild duodenum are lurking in the trees
And the jungle swarms with green apostrophes
Oh, the Amazon is calling me
On the Amazon, the pax vobiscum bite
On the Amazon, the epiglottis fight
On the Amazon
The hemispheres at night all slink
Where the agnostics drink
All the hippodromes that lie concealed in mud
Hunt the metronomes that live
In swamp and flood
Then the kodachromes run out
And drink their blood, poor ginks
While velocipedes among the weeds
Will scare you and the menopause with hungry
Jaws ensnares you
Frenzied adenoids infest the hills and slopes
Everyone avoids the deadly stethoscopes
Oh, the Amazon is calling
Yes, the Amazon is calling
Oh, the Amazon is calling me