Tiger Furs for Fancy Fellows

We’re high steppers in our lizard boots.

We got zebra skin tailored leisure suits.

We flaunt our butts in snake skin pants

and swing feather boas when we dance.


We’re sweet jungle boys in an African disco

grinding to the beat of the Belgian Congo

You can’t resist the way we gyrates,

pull more bootie than Somali pirates.


So get decked out in some peacock blue

and dubstep down in your python shoes.

With a cowboy hat that’s canary yellow

and a tiger fur speedo you fancy fellows!

The End

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