“He’s a Gecko” (to the tune of “In the Ghetto”)

As the sand flies
On a warm and bright Sahara morn
A cute little baby lizard's born
He's a gecko.
And his mama sighs
Cos if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another little pink forked tongue to feed
He's a gecko.

People, don't you understand
Lizards need a helping hand
Or they'll grow to be some angry old crocs some day.
Take a look at you and me,
Are we too dumb to see?
Or do we simply turn our feet
And walk the other way?

Well, the world turns
And a hungry lizard runs on three-foot'd toes
Playin' in the sand as the warm wind blows
He's a gecko.

And his hunger burns
So he starts to roam the dunes at night
And he learns how to forage
And he learns how to bite
He's a gecko.

Then one night in search of insects
The gecko breaks away
He climbs a wall, he sees a door,
He makes a run, but don't know what for...
And his mama cries.

As a crowd gathers round a tiny young thing
Crawlin' 'cross the middle of a huge kitchen
It's the gecko.

And the lizard sighs,
On a warm and bright Sahara morn,
Another little baby lizard's born
He's a gecko.
And his mama sighs.

He's a gecko.
He's a gecko.

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