I never know in which form back I will come.
One time I think that I was a bluejay-ay.
It was a blunder that made me a moo cow,
Which then made me a diner of hay

Reincarnation, reincarnation
Has made me a skate,
A lemur that's matin'.

I can tell you that it is not easy to be a gnu
Or a sloth, arms danglin' beside me.
I must be cursed; one night I put the bite,
Stinkin' parasite, on Fido when I was a flea.

Reincarnation, reincarnation
Once made me the mate
Of Shirley MacLai-aine.

I could soar oh so high as one with feathers;
I've been a frog pet, and I know nature's ways.
I am living with a group of primates right now.
Life is unfair, but these are my Goodall* days.

(These are my Goodall days)
I've got long hair, 'cause these are my Goodall days
(These are my Goodall days)
[Repeat and fade]