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 the natives cannot hurt me!

I lived through hell, I lived to tell

Because the Cannibals deserted me!

Through my hands and feet were driven

Crucifixion nails

And now you're paying to hear

My horrible cannibal tales!

Running through the jungle

Running not to die

Mortado and the Cannibals

Mortado crucified