Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Tim Rice
From the soundtrack "The Road To El Dorado"
Hey armadillo what you doing in the garden
Slumbering and spherical, you're always hanging around
Leather on the outside but a delicate interior
Very like a lot of human beings I have found
Hey armadillo I can't tell which way you're facing
Maybe that's a good thing, maybe you don't even know
No one's gonna bother you if they can't find your front end
There again I guess you find your love life rather slow
In the armadillo circle
In that armour-plated set
The philosophy is simple
What you see ain't what you get
In the armadillo culture
In that well-protected creed
A solid hide to hide in
Is the only thing you need
Hey armadillo
Hey armadillo what you doing in the desert
Is a life of burrowing the answer to it all
What I would give to leave my problems six feet underground
And always be the perfect shape to be, and have, a ball
In the armadillo circle
In that armour-plated set
The philosophy is simple
What you see ain't what you get
In the armadillo culture
In that well-protected creed
A solid hide to hide in
Is the only thing you need
Hey armadillo
Hey armadillo