LYRICS: SLAMming here, I realize, DK has no grace, He has a funny face! But who's to judge The Donkey Kong? When he fires in spurts, I think we'll both agree That walnuts breeds peanuts, But in the end it has to JAM this way! (Interlude filler) Can pick up a boulder With relative ease Makes crushin' you such-a-breeze... So listen up dudes, th-this Kong's in the mood! And this time he's after you! (Yeahhhh) Yet SLAMing across this barren wasted land, I feel new JAM will be born, Beneath the blood stained SLAM (slam slam slam)... Beneath the blood stained SLAM (slam slam slam)... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “ 'I have a dream.' That one day every Kong on this island will control their own destiny. A land of the truly funky, dammit. A nation of walnuts, not peanuts! Ruled by coconut guns, not crazy
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