A jailer gave birth to me   My mother was too frightened   Jack the ripped (a stroke of luck)   Stood godfather to me   And I lived with gorillas   My foul language didn't repel them   And my mates were hyenas   Because we were of a kind      Feel my primal nature   Feel my primal nature   Look in my barbaric mind      I studied with desperados   There really was no other way   I nomadized with the tribe   Whose chieftain was a sheer twirp   And I entered through the window   The place I left through the door   And I only slept with artists   Because we were of a kind      Feel my primal nature   Feel my primal nature   Look in my barbaric mind