A friend of mine had some
fine photographs he took,
he kept them in the book,
and he let me take a look.
They were scenes of some queens
down in Borneo.
First I glanced, then I danced,
then I hollered, oh, I wrinkled,
I was born in Borneo.
If half those photographs are really so.
Say, can't you picture me
beneath the pepper tree?
I'd be so peppery
with all those wild women.
There's very little clothing for me, oh.
And no knife used to hurt your corneal.
Oh, give a girl a ring down there
when you propose.
Then she takes the ring
and puts it through her nose.
I've been wasting half my life, I know.
I wish that I was born in Borneo.
Do you know that in Borneo
you can buy a wife for 25 cents?
Think of it, buying a wife a... well, say,
you know, a good wife is worth a quarter.
Imagine what a fella can do
with 6 .75 down there, why,
he can start a harem of his own.
And from what I understand,
in Borneo,
you know what the girls wear for dresses?
What do you think they wear
for dresses?
Leaves.
Just plain, ordinary leaves.
Of course, it's all right in the summertime,
but imagine around October
and November,
when the leaves begin to,
oh, behave, behave.
I wish that I was born in Borneo.
If half those photographs are really so.
Say, can you picture me
beneath the rubber tree?
What a rubberneck I'd be.
With all those wild women,
there's very little clothing, Borneo.
And don't I choose to hurt your cornea,
oh, oh, oh, gee, oh, gee,
that's their talk and al ways was.
It means something,
but it don't mean what you think it does.
I've been wasting half my life, I know.
I wish that I was born in Borneo.
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