You and I, and a lot of dead primates.
Look at those darn dirty dead apes.
All of them lying on the ground.
All of them have just dropped dead.

All of those primates, lying dead.
Their blood is oozing on my carpet.
I look down the hall and see that
Ninety-nine dead baboons lay there.

Ninety-nine dead baboons.
Stinking up my perfect home.
Somebody open up a window.
Get rid of those apes for pete’s sake.

Those apes were full of life.
Then all of them just died.
Oh my oh my oh my.
Ninety-nine dead baboons lay there.


Ninety-nine deceased primates.
Ninety-nine funerals to attend.
Their blood oozes on the carpet.
And I can‘t stand that rancid smell.


This is horrid, this isn’t right.
Get those apes out of my sight.
I look in the hall and am shocked.
As ninety-nine dead baboons lay there.

Ninety-nine dead primates.
Stinking up my perfect house.
I can’t stand their smell.
Or the blood on the carpet.

Trying to clean up this disgusting mess.
Stubborn blood stain won’t come off.
As Ninety-nine dead baboons lay there.
Ninety-nine dead baboons lay there

Ninety-nine apes in here.
Every one a dead baboon.
It’s such a mess, what a pity.
They belong in jungles, not a city.

If I could just get rid of them.
Those darn dirty stinking apes.
All of those rotten dead baboons.
I’d be much happier you know.