Going down to the velvet valley
Where syrup streams come to swell
Going down to tickle my fancy
And to tickle yours as well
Diving deep in quivering caverns
Imbibing the nexus of ecstasy
Sugar-soaked flooded cisterns
Overflowing with fantasies
The secret of Nature
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue
Going down to the velvet valley
And I’m off to ring that belle
The kind that chimes luxuriously
Coaxing nectar from the well
Sipping milk of paradise
At the mouth of the sacred river
I weave a circle ‘round her thrice
So she knows I come a giver
The secret of Nature
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue
Well, they call it the Tropics
‘Cause it’s steamy hot and wet
And as far as a topic
That’s as close as it gets
Going down to the velvet valley
That’s where I’d rather dwell
Drinking all day that lovely honey
That tastes of royalty for a spell
Peeling back cloaked veils
The epicenter trembles and quakes
I barely dare exhale
As the velvet valley shakes
Ninepence in the pocket
Muffin up a canoe
Stirring up the jampot
Dripping with honeydew
Scaling Venusian mountains
Turning a blind eye to sight
Awash in Cyprian fountains
Wading through jewel-boxes of delight
Well, they call it the Tropics
‘Cause it’s steamy hot and wet
And as far as a topic
That’s as close as it gets
Climbing up the plum tree
Puddings in a ring
Sweeter than any candy
The confectioner might bring
Licking the night physic
Merging converging nerves
Frantic and spasmodic
Along hyperbolic curves
Well, they call it the Tropics
‘Cause it’s steamy hot and wet
And as far as a topic
That’s as close as it gets
Trouble comes a-knocking
With a twisted mistletoe sprig
Double-backed beast bucking
In a furious Paphian jig
It’s a venerable monosyllable
A veritable cascade
A source as inexhaustible
As the way we all were made
Well, they call it the Tropics
‘Cause it’s steamy hot and wet
And as far as a topic
That’s as close as it gets
Going down to the velvet valley
Where syrup streams come to swell
Going down to tickle my fancy
And to tickle yours as well
The secret of Nature
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue
It’s on the tip of my tongue