Gorilla - James Taylor 
    He's got arms like legs

    He's got hands on his feet
    He's got a nose like a doughnut
    He's got a tendency to over eat
    He don't use tools or weapons
    He don't eat meat
    He likes to stick to the bushes
    Tends to avoid the street

    But he rides my El Dorado
    When he comes to town
    You know he's out there somewhere
    Tryin' to track you down
    Look up in the sky
    Mama that's the one
    See the mighty profile
    Block the noonday sun

    He comes from the heart of darkness
    A thousand miles from here
    That's the land where they understand
    What a woman might like to hear
    You know that he loves you baby
    For what you really are
    His love is a burning hot
    As a big old ten cent cigar

    Now most of y'all
    Have seen a gorilla
    In a cage at the local zoo
    He mostly sits around contemplating
    All the things that he'd prefer to do
    He dreams about the world outside
    From behind those bars of steel
    And no one seems to understand
    About the heartache the man can feel

    The people stop and stare
    But nobody seems to care
    It don't seem right somehow
    It just don't seem fair
    He's still a gorilla


    Marco Giunco
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