It was all getting too much. Chongo's head was like a bad drummer's beat, his mouth like a putrid banana, rotten, soggy and fluffy with accumulated ape breath. From far away, through an open window somewhere, Chongo heard the faint sound of a blues harp, and a voice like a rusty gate..

SWEET HOME CHIMPAGO
Roberta Johnson

Oh, baby don't you want to go? (2x)
Back to the land of California, sweet Chongo Chimps abode.

Oh, baby don't you want to go? (2x)
Back to the land of California, sweet Chongo Chimps abode.
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Now, one and one is two, two and two is four,
I'm heavy loaded Betty, I'm yours, I'm ready to go,
Cryin' Betty, honey don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, sweet Chongo Chimps abode.

Now two and two is four, four and two is six,
You gonna keep on monkeyin' 'round with baboons Lenny,
you gonna get your business thrown out in the streets.
Cryin' Betty, honey don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, sweet Chongo Chimps abode.

Now six and two is eight, eight and two is ten,
This Betty, she trick you one time, she sure gonna do it to Len,
I'm cryin' hey--, baby don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, sweet Chongo Chimps abode.

I'm going to California, some street ape comes my way,
Somebody will tell me Betty that you need my help some day,
Cryin' hey hey, baby don't you want to go?
Back to the land of California, to sweet Chongo Chimps abode.
The oily stains on the faded street wall moved, bigger and smaller as the sound of the blues harp echoed through Chongo's drifting brain. His eyes were bulging like two throttled toads. His head was racing, struggling with a pungent sense of déjà vu. He'd heard those words before.. but something was different. All he could think of were those long, long legs, and since it was his fantasy, he covered them with thick, long, sensuous black hair..