I've seen the city. I took the next flight. for Borneo. They say it's pretty. I like the tee shirts. in Borneo. Some wear Bob Marley. Others in Playboy. or Duvalier. Make the last plane come. Let me rise through the cloudy above. with a book on Borneo. Strangers come and go. It's such a waste of time. Problems far behind. Another day. But even in springtime. It's a rich slice of life. So send me a letter. I'll reply with a postcard. That dusky mulatto. In nylons and tattoos. Hot juice in coke bottles. We dance in the sand. Well they twirl and they tumble. Yes they twirl and they tumble. Well I'll twirl and I'll tumble. I've been to Leon's. He's got nine daughters. And a stereo. They say that Leon. Watches from the tree tops. in Borneo. When the road is mud. Everything stops with a thud. That's the way it goes down yonder in Borneo. Far beneath his mansion. There's an open drain. Sending all the sewage down the hill. But when the general shows movies. No one hesitates. To sneak from the jungle. They laugh and they mumble. Enjoying the show. And that dusky mulatto. Hot juice in coke bottles. In Blue Jeans and tattoos. Well they twirl and they tumble. Yes they twirl and they tumble. Well I'll twirl and I'll tumble. I like the free world. They say it's pretty. This time of year. They tumble and twirl. They tumble and twirl. I'll tumble and twirl. They twirl and they tumble. They twirl and they tumble. I like the free world. I like the free world. They say it's pretty. This time of year. This time of year