Story Behind The Song
Written in Galapagos where my wife was raped years ago by an Iguanaman.
Song Description
Funky and sensual tune about how big human brains are not nearly so well adapted to survival as the brains of the Galapagos marine Iguanas
| Song Length |
4:00 |
Genre |
R & B - Classic, R & B - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject |
Reptiles, Evolution |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Iguanaman just sits and bides his time,
Chewing on a perfect nursery rhyme.
Watching everything that comes his way,
Waiting for the universe to say, son, rise and shine
We've got a lotta things to do now.
Time to show the world a thing or two now.
Gotta save this place from that peculiar funny race
They got their head down in the sand, Iguanaman.
Iguanaman don't need no fancy clothes,
Rustles up the women with his nose.
All the ladies seem to gather round,
Knowing he will keep them safe and sound.
And if you ask him if he'll have his way,
He takes the oportunity to say, girls, rise and shine
We've got a lotta things to do now.
Let's go around the world a time or two now.
I see it in your face so let's just cut right to the chase
Come on let's get down in the sand, Iguanaman.