He’s got a bone in his hand he’s a timeless fan Wears a fur coat made of woolly mammoth tan Lives in a cave with a wheel by his side He’s a stone age man with nothing to hide He grunts and he growls when the night begins Draws on the walls with those ancient pens Fire in the pit brings light to his eyes Dancing shadows show where the truth lies Boom boom goes the rhythm of his drum He’s got that stone age spirit can’t you come Join in the chant feel the earth beneath Live like a troglodyte the world’s beneath He hunts with a spear and chases down beasts Lives on what he catches feasts and feasts Skies are his ceiling trees are his walls In a world of rocks and ancient calls When the moon is high and the stars do scream He dreams of mammoths in the cold moonbeam Roars with the echoes of forgotten lore A primitive life where he needs no more Boom boom goes the rhythm of his drum He’s got that stone age spirit can’t you come Join in the chant feel the earth beneath Live like a troglodyte the world’s beneath
