Gitarzan!
He's a gitar man!
He's all you can stand,
Give him a hand,
Gitarzan!

(Tarzan yell)
(Coughing)

He's gotta girl named Jane,
With no last name.
Kinda homely and plain,
But he loves her just the same.
'Cause she kindles a flame,
And it drives him insane,
When he hears her sing.
She really does her thing.
It's here claim to fame,
Come on, sing one Jane:

Baby, baby, Whaooooo Baby!
(Scatting)
Whaooooo Baby!

How 'bout that,
Lets here it for Jane!

Thank ya' folks.

Well, they gotta pet monkey,
He likes to get drunky,
And sing boogie woogie,
And it sounds real funky,
Come on, yo' time, boy,
Sing one monkey,
Here we go,

(Monkey grunts)

Lets here it for the monkey!
Whooooo!
(He He He He)

On Saturday night they need some excitement,
Jane gets right and the monkey gets tight,
And their voices unite, in the pale moon light,
And it sounds alright, yeah, it's dynamite,
It's outta sight.
Let's hear it, right nnnnnnnnow!

(Gitarzan, Jane, and monkery all together)

Shut up baby, I'm tryin' to sing!

Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Get it!
Owwwwwww!

Gitarzan!
And his jungle band!
They're all you can stand,
Give 'em a hand, Gitarzan!
(Repeats once while fading)