Mortado (Impetigo)

Running through the jungle Running not to die Mortado and the Cannibals Mortado crucified! Skewered to a tree Mondo torture hell Mortado and the Cannibals Mortado lived to tell... Sticks and stones can break my bones But natives cannot hurt me! I lived through hell, I lived to tell Because the Cannibals deserted me! Through my hands and feet were driven Cricifixion nails And now you're paying to hear My horrible cannibal tales!