Jane Goodall

Glad Rags

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Miss jane, miss jane
Where did you go?
First you came to play
Now I'm here to stay
I think it's time, think it's time to go home

This chain, this chain
It's holdin' me down
It's chaffing up my leg
Now it's turning red
I think it's time to go home

Four-eyed notetakers observation makers
Leave me a lone
How I long to be in better company
Way up high in my tree
I think it's time to go home

Miss jane, miss jane
Thought you'd know by now
I'm omnivorous
I need not tell you this
Don't stop at plants
Please throw me a bone

Sir charles, sir charles
Won't you send me a line
If a mans, a man and a chimps a chimp
Then why can't we just share the wine

When will my world view evolve
Like the birds do and fly away

Then I'll surely know
Where those western winds blow
Sir charles please, throw me a bone

I think it's time to go home
I think it's time to go home