Abby, some of the lyrics were our of order your post above.   Here's the whole thing:

MAN PIABA
Lyrics by Harry Belafonte and Jack K. Rollins

When I was a lad of three foot three,
Certain question occurred to me,
So I asked me father quite seriously
To tell me the story 'bout the bird and bee.
He stammered and he stuttered pathetic'ly
And this is what he said to me:

    He say, 'The woman piaba and the man piaba
    And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass.
    The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm,
    And the famous grandy scratch scratch."


It was clear as mud but it cover the ground
And the confusion made the brain go 'round.
So I went to ask a good friend of mine,
Known to the world as Albert Einstein.

He said, 'Son, from the beginning of time and creativity
There existed the force of relativity.
Pi r square and a minus ten
Is a routine only when

Hey! the solar system in three light year
Make the Hayden Planetarium disappear,
So if Mt Everest doesn't move,
I am positive that it will prove

    That the woman piaba and the man piaba
    And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass,
    The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm,
    And the famous grandy scratch scratch.



It was clear as mud but it cover the ground
And the confusion made me brain go 'round.
So I grabbed a boat and I went abroad
In Baden Baden asked Sigmund Freud. He say, "Son

"From your sad face remove the grouch.
Put the body upon the couch.
I can see from your frustration
A neurotic sublimation.

Hey! Love and hate is psychosomatic.
Your Rorschach shows that you're a peripatetic.
It all started with a broken sibling.
In the words of the famous Rudyard Kipling.

Hey, the woman piaba and the man piaba
    And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass,
    The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm,
    And the famous grandy scratch scratch.


Well, I traveled far and I traveled wide
And I don't even have meself a bride.
All the great men upon this earth
Have confused me since my birth.
I've been over land and been over sea
Trying to find the answer 'bout the bird and bee
But now that I am ninety-three,
I don't give a damn you see.

    If the woman piaba and the man piaba
    And the Ton Ton call baka lemon grass,
    The lily root, gully root, belly root uhmm,
    And the famous grandy scratch scratch.