I'd never trek into the jungle It'd scare me out of my wits There are poisonous snakes and spiders And dangerous, entrapping pits
Where primitive people called cannibals Lurk in the shadowy depths Waiting for such a poor soul as me To fall into their evil net
Once I was caught good and proper They'd cook me up for tea Those primitive, uncivilised natives I don't want that kind of destiny
In our civilised world I feel quite safe I can't get caught in someone's net Except if you count that of the tobacco barons The ones who peddle those evil cigarettes