The Flametrick Subs

Stew of You

Stew of You

Well in the darkest jungles and down in the swamp
The natives gather 'round and they begin to romp
They stamp their hands and they stomp their feet
And they dance in a trance to the voodoo beat...

With all the dancin' they work up a sweat
And a very unhealthy appetet
Even monkeys up in the trees above
Well they just can't stop doin' the bop they love

Well Big Chief call you "Guest of Honor"
He invites you into his native sauna
C'mon buddy, don't be dud
Now slide into those steamin' suds

A pinch of this, a dash of that
Some monkey blood, a little porker fat
Carrots, Parrots, Ferrets too
All get tossed in the tub with you

Well native girls go coochie coochie coo
They do those things native girls just do
The water's so hot it almost boils
Then they rub you down with spices and oils

And by the time the dance is through
The tub is drained and so are you
There's nothing left for them to do
But sit right down and eat stew... of you

Stew of you
Why? Because you taste so good
Oh
You.