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Their butler is a monkey married to a hula-hooping rattlesnake.
The grass is synthetic; the jungle is plastic.
Oranges imported from Eretz, Israel
decorating some bubble gum palm trees.
O Jane, what’s the matter with you?
Do you feel alright?
I hope so in the devil’s name.
Bye bye, ciao bella.
Tarzan, what’s the matter with you?
Do you feel alright?
I hope so in the devil’s name.
Bye bye, ciao bello.
Tarzan and Jane are drinking a shell of coconut milk,
eating marshmallows with bloody red ketchup,
sitting on a Hollywood swing, TV in a hammock,
remembering Andy Warhol’s Campbell Soup swimming pool.
O Jane, what’s the matter with you?
Do you feel alright?
I hope so in the devil’s name.
Bye bye, ciao bella.
Tarzan, what’s the matter with you?
Do you feel alright?
I hope so in the devil’s name.
Bye bye, ciao bello.
Bye bye, ciao bello.
Ciao!
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