ahhhhhh...look at all those little people
ahhhhhh...look at all those little people

african pygmies
pick at their lice...and they lurch
cause their legs are so thin
sores on their skin
its a fiasco
flies on their face...and they sleep
in the dirt, on the floor
they're three feet four

all those little people
the jungle's where they're from
all those little people
that's where they all belong

they're in a frenzy
wringing the neck...of a lion
that dares to come near
they have no fear
look at them smirking
dodging his claws...as he fights
but there's too many there
this beast ain't spared

all those little people
the jungle's where they're from
all those little people
that's where they all belong

ahhhhhh...look at all those little people
ahhhhhh...look at all those little people

african pygmies
lie on a perch...where they tarry
until they see game
then they will maim
they don't act gently
ripping their throats...with their hands
when they stalk, they're so brave
no beasts are saved

all those little people
the jungle's where they're from
all those little people
that's where they all belong