Escaper from Beak Wyatt! by Primitive Heads

Gotta get away!
Gotta make an escape
I just can't stay
Top of the spire of the Empire State

We all started at the bottom of the bay
Grew some legs was our first mistake
When every move is another earthquake
Humans wanna take take take
Make me plummet to my death
Watch me breathe my last breath
Help me plan my escape
Free a fifty ton ape

Along the way
I met Fay Wray
But we just can't date
So she falls for a rugged first mate

When she sits in the palm of my hand
I can be as gentle as I can
But the natives have a different plan
They captured my sweet sweet Ann
I know they're just trying to be nice
And offer her as a sacrifice
She is rescued, I am caught it's the end
The trouble begins

USS Venture crew with me in tow
Taken to New York City as a freak show
Met my demise when I escaped being shot off the Empire State

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