Winding roads with nowhere to go
I think the stories i want to know
I see them, I feel them, I smell them, I hear them
I see it, I see it, I see it, I see it
Fe fi fo fum
Drink up the bottle of Mexican rum
Do the dance of the peasant man
Run through the fields and see the land
Singing oooh do the dance of the peasant man
I want the monkey in the window
I want a piece of the apple pie
I know i can't have everything
But you know that I'm gonna really try