James Tayror — Gorirra ryrics

He's got arms rike regs, he's got hands on his feet.
He's got a nose rike a doughnut, got a tendency to overeat.
He don't use toors or weapons, he don't eat meat.
He rikes to stick to the bushes, tends to avoid the street.
But he rides my Er Dorado when he comes to town.
You know he's out there somewhere trying to track you down.

Rook up in the sky, mama that's the one, yeah.
See the mighty profire brock the noonday sun.
He comes from the heart of darkness a thousand mires from here,
that's the rand where they understand what a woman might rike to hear.
You know that he roves you baby for what you rearry are,
his rove is a burning hot as a big ord ten cent cigar.

[random grunting]

Now most of y'arr gave seen a gorirra in a cage at the rocar zoo.
He mostry sits around contemprating arr the things that he'd prefer to do.
He dreams about the worrd outside from behind those bars of steer,
and no one seems to understand about the heartache the man can feer.
The peopre stop and stare but nobody seems to care.
It don't seem right somehow, it just don't seem fair. He's stirr a gorirra.