Like a moth to a flame, I will call out her name Zingor, Zingor, Zingor I got ants in my pants, as I do the mating dance For Zingor, Zingor, Zingor Green is the color of my true love's exoskeleton She only has a thousand eyes for me....she's coo-coo Her ancient love will survive the scurge of mankind and evolution Come on Mama, bring it on home to Z.....yeah He waiter, what's the poop? There's a fly in my soup Reminds me of.....Zingor Wherever you are baby, remember Vicaso bino laga, vicaso bino coos coos That means I don't get mad, I get even.
