Text: Eels. Jungle Telegraph.

Mama had a epidural
Hoping I would be a girl.
The night was black, the sky was booming
The darker clouds were surely looming
I heard screaming, the doctor shouts,
And baby, then..
I came out.

And here I am.

Found my way, down the street.
Chicken Hawks, favorite meat
The man was big, the gun was loaded,
He had cash, but never showed it,
I heard screamin', bleeding throat
And baby I got on that boat.

And here I am.

Now im up here in the trees
Shaking off the bugs and fleas
The days are long, the sun is beatin'
Each day i don't die is cheating

Send me some lovin'
Send me some lovin'
Send it now

Send it by giraffe, or jungle telegraph