I don’t want to walk like you, I don’t want to talk like you, I don’t want to live with you, imprisoned in a zoo. A ‘great ape’ is what I am, according to your school (of thought), and when you boldly make this claim you say that I’m like you (I’m not):
a fool like you. I don’t do as you do. I don’t take my hands, and make tools, and then take those tools to the land.
I don’t even walk like you, and I don’t even talk like you, but if you watch your Disney fi lm then you’ll believe I do. But if you’ll be so stupid, taking truth from a cartoon, then me and me friends, we dance around, sing Scooby Dooby Doo,
because we’re fools for you, you who can’t see through a perversion of the truth where all I am is cute.
I hate to see projections of your greedy evil eyes. When you anthropomorphise, that way danger lies. You may say this song you hear could not be made by apes; a very limited consciousness their spinal cord dictates…
so who produced this tune? Not me, the orangutan, that’s true. It’s from a man in an ape suit, with a message just for you,
you must learn the dismal fact that I am going to die, and you must be enlightened by the frightening reason why. The reason that my genotype is going to be no more is because the Homo sapiens have wiped the forest floor
for their food and their fuel. Now I don’t know what to do, because the human being is being cruel.
So, last call for the orange man of the forest, last call for the ancient man of the trees.
Last call for the orange man of the forest, last time he’ll call out his territory.
Last call for the orange man of the forest, or last nail in the coffi n of our ancestry.
I don’t want to walk like you, I don’t want to talk like you, I don’t want to live with you, imprisoned in a zoo.
I want to live my life in trees, eating different fruits. I want this beautiful life I see to always continue. Do you?