I am the gorillaman
Who you're too scared to mention.
I spend your cash on looking flash
And grabbing your attention.
The devil take your
Filthy, stinking, freak show, baby buyer.
You earn big time in purgatory,
A roasting in hell fire.
Save the gorilla,
Your money for their lives.
Hug a gorilla,
No bullet or a knife.
I am the gorillaman
So tired of diseases.
With 30 percent of us gone,
And into jungle squeezes.
You get away with robbery,
By stealin' all our babies.
And leave us all rotting
In the mist or locked in cages.
Save the gorilla.
Your money for their lives.
Hug a gorilla,
No bullet or a knife.
And even though you fool your soul,
Your conscience will be mine, all mine.
Oohoo, ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
Oohoo, ooh, aaaaah.
They're the handy psychomen.
You don't like how they deal 'em.
They rope and beat and massacre,
And just for fun they eat 'em.
I don't know the next verse,
Because I haven't even writ it.
Bollocks....shit...ooh pooh.
(yes those are the lyrics)
Save the gorilla.
Your money for their lives.
Hug a gorilla,
No bullet or a knife.
We are the gorilla men
.........oh ha ha haaa!
Save the gorilla.
Your money for their lives.
Hug a gorilla,
No bullet or a knife.
etc. etc. etc....
Adam Ant
This song is sung to the music of Stand And Deliver. Adam re-wrote the lyrics to it, for the Diane Fossey fund, to help save the Mountain Gorillas.