The Party

Where’s The Party?

On the veldt of Africa we spent our day
Watching giraffes and elephants at play
There were gazelles and lions for us to see
And a group of baboons up there in the trees

Into camp drove three airline stewardesses
In a red convertible wearing fancy dresses
Africa is wild, ‘tis adventure they desire
Throw caution to the wind and dance around the fire

The sun finally set igniting the evening mist
Painting Kilimanjaro as a purple monolith
We basked in the colors and the gentle desert sound
Breathing cool night air as the monkeys gathered ‘round

T’was not the wildlife the girls had in mind
It’s the two-legged animals they sought to find
Monkeys and moonlight, how boring, what a pity
So they jumped in their car and headed for the city

To Nairobi they sped in their shiny red car
Leaving their room with a window ajar
On the bed sat their luggage, on the table were snacks
Outside the vervet monkeys planned their attack

The light poles they climbed all the way to the top
The light bulbs they dropped hit cement with a pop
Inside the window they found cheese spread and cookies
And there was lipstick and face cream, oh lookie lookie

They used the lipstick to decorate their faces
Then emptied water bottles into the luggage cases
The clothes from the luggage got hung in the trees
Among yellow blossoms waved bras and pink panties

Don’t know what happened in the city that night
But the girls came home to a spectacular sight
With their pants in the trees and the room in a mess
They missed the real party they had to confess