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