Ballad Of The Caveman Oingo Boingo

I'll tell you 'bout a caveman lived a million years ago
When Mother Earth was young and dinosaurs walked to and fro
His skull contained but half a brain, but he didn't mind at all
He's a hotshot caveman, yah-do-dah
Who loved to fight and brawl

He walked the misty plate in time to find whatever he could find
Then at last he saw her there, covered with hair
A cave-girl looking right his way, half-naked, half— Well, who can say?
Such a thing he'd never seen before, well, then, need I tell you more?
The caveman fell in love, love, love
And so he wielded his club

Ooh, ooh, what could he do?
You can't blame a fellow for trying his luck
He's just a simple caveman who wanted to—
Well, when the cave-girl came around, she had some things to relate
About the methods he used to communicate
And she said:

(Female spoken)
I never expected a caveman to exhibit much finesse
But a 50-pound club ain't exactly a caress
So, if you want to call me, you better learn to talk
Until you learn some manners, buddy
Take a walk!