I was tromping the jungles
There was nothin' to find
No mastodon
So that I could be the guy that provides
With empty hands
I headed on home
Live long enough you're gonna choke on a bone, hey hey
That's just the way that it goes
Now I'm sinking in the La Brea Tar Pits
And I don't want to die ‘cause there's still so much to give
I'm sinking, could you give me a lift?
Wanna make an escape, but don't know where to begin
Each time I wriggle I sink a little deeper, aw damn
So let me try to persuade you all to lend me a hand
Good with a spear
And settling fights
Do anything for the good of the tribe, hey hey
Could you throw me a rope
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