Nasi Goreng

I'm Nasi Goring - I'm never boring
I flip on my zoot suit, toots, and whoops, I go exploring
I walk the train yards, I stalk the highways
Late night statements down in a basement, you're gonna say that's a-my way
I'm Nasi Goring - nobody's a-warming up to me

I'm continental - I'm never mental
I carry this whip, it's a tip: I can't be gentle
You let your rain pour - what does it matter?
I'm bigger and bolder, Charlie, I'm blacker, yeah, and I'm a whole lot fatter
I'm Nasi Goring, how come nobody's a balling poor old me?

Yes, folks, it's very hard to be a gorilla. But I gotta tell you something, everybody's got a gorilla inside him. And sooner or later, Charlie, you gonna have to let him go, and when you do, he's gonna walk and when that gorilla walks he's gonna walk a little something like this:

In Indonesian - my noodles are pleasin'
But I'm a gorilla - I can't listen to reason
Like all God's creatures I have my features
Road stops, side lots, I got lots and lots and lots of teachers
Oh, poor Nasi Goring, how come nobody's warning poor old me?

That's all, folks