There's a danger zone, not a stranger zone
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Than the little plot I walk on that I call my home
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Full of eerie sights, weird and skeery sights
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Ev'ry vicious animal that creeps and crawls and bites!!
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On the Amazon, the prophylactics prowl On the Amazon, the hypodermics howl On
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the Amazon, you'll hear a scarab scowl and sting zodiacs on the wing
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All the stalactites and vicious vertebrae
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Hunt the stalagmites while laryngitis slay
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All that parasites that come from Paraguay in the spring
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Hmm, hmm hmmm
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Snarling equinox among the rocks will seize you
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And the fahrenheit comes out at night to freeze you
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Wild duodenum are lurking in the trees
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And the jungle swarms with green apostrophes
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Oh, the Amazon is calling me
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On the Amazon, the pax vobiscum bite
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On the Amazon, the epiglottis fight
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On the Amazon, the hemispheres at night all slink where the agnostics drink
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All the hippodromes that lie concealed in mud
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Hunt the metronomes that live in swamp and flood
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Then the kodachromes run out and drink their blood, poor ginks
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While velocipedes among the weeds will scare you
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And the menopause with hungry jaws ensnares you
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Frenzied adenoids infest the hills and slopes
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Everyone avoids the deadly stethoscopes
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Oh, the Amazon is calling
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Yes, the Amazon is calling
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Oh, the Amazon is calling me-ee!!
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On the Amazon
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Don McLean |