The caveman likes to hunt
And the caveman likes to grunt
He’s naked from behind
And he’s naked from the front.
He eats a piece of mammoth
And he eats a piece of fish
He doesn’t use a knife, a fork,
A napkin or a dish.
He likes to love a lady
And he doesn’t stop at one
He loves the ladies, loves the land
And loves the setting sun.
He sleeps in caves in winter
That’s his namesake, don’t you know?
And though he’s nude, his matted hair
Protects him from the snow.
The caveman is artistic, too
He paints upon the wall
He can even take some sticks and mud
And make a little doll.
Would you like to meet the caveman?
He can teach you how to hunt
He can teach you how to cave-paint
He can teach you how to grunt
He cannot do equations
But you ought not call him dull
Yes, you’d better treat him nicely
Or he’ll crush your puny skull, my dear
He’ll crush your puny skull.
