Don McLean Follow

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 skeery sights

Ev'ry 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-ee!!