Ev'ry mornin' in the jungle

you could see him arrive

He stood fifty foot tall in

his stocking feet; kinda

broad at the shoulders

Had slim hips - all he ate

were bananas . . .

Everybody knew ya didn't

give no lip to Big Bad Kong

Nobody seemed to know

where Kong called home -

up in a tree, or in a cave;

He did seem to stay in the

swing of things though . . .

Didn't say much, except to

grunt and groan; sometimes

threw spitballs - and when

you addressed him, you called

him, "Sir;" one day somebody

from the Big Apple showed up

on Kong's shore . . .

Couldn't entice him with fruit, so

he got his blond bombshell to show

the Big Mug what was under her skirt

He started to flirt; she jilted him - he

went berserk; kicked-ass on the

natives; was gassed - woke up in

New York . . .

Big Bad Kong was put on public

display on Broadway - thought he

saw an old friend in the audience

Guess who? Tarzan of course!

Broke the chains that bound him

The crowd lost it - turned Kong's

friend into a doormat . . .

Tarzan was now the Lord of the

Demise; the big ape threw on a

black armband and hit the streets

Became a one gorilla wrecking crew

known today as "Gorilla Management"

To trick him, they painted the Empire

State Building a bright yellow . . .

Big Bad Kong headed to the top with

his new squeeze; he was gunned down

Fell 101 floors - there are 102, but that's

another story; Kong should've used a

parachute - what color? I don't know

He was splattered - all over the news

No longer went ape . . .

'2008' RLS