Jungle Telegraph Eels

Mama had a epidural
Hoping I would be a girl
The night was black, the sky was booming
Darker clouds were surely looming
I heard screaming, doctor shouts
And baby then I came out

And here I am

I found my way down the street
Chicken hawks, filled with meat
The man was big, the gun was loaded
She had cash, but never showed it
I heard screamin', bleeding throat
And baby I got on that boat

And here I am

Now I'm up here in the trees
Shaking off the bugs and fleas
The days are long, the sun is beating
Each day I don't die is cheating

Send me some lovin'
Send me some lovin'
Send it now