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In Tropical climes there are certain times of dayWhen all the citizens retire to take their clothes off and perspireIt's one of those rules the greatest fools obeyBecause the Sun is far too sultry and one must avoid its ultry-violet raysThe natives grieve when the White Men leave their hutsBecause they're obviously, definitely, nuts!Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sunThe Japanese don't care to, the Chinese wouldn't dare toHindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve till oneBut Englishmen detest a siestaIn the Philippines they have lovely screens to protect you from the glareIn the Malay States there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wearAt twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sunIt's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to seeThat though the English are effete, they're quite impervious to heatWhen the White Man rides, every native hides in gleeBecause the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topi on a treeLetras de cancionesIt seems such a shame when the English claim the EarthThat they give rise to such hilarity and mirthHa-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haHo=ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hoHe-he-he-he-he-he-heHm-hm-hm-hm-hmMad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sunThe toughest Burmese bandit can never understand itIn Rangoon the heat of noon is just what the natives shunThey put their Scotch or Rye down and lie downIn a jungle town where the Sun beats down to the rage of man and beastThe English garb of the English Sahib merely gets a bit more creasedIn Bangkok at twelve o'clock they foam at the mouth and runBut mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sunMad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sunThe smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habitIn Hong Kong they strike a gong and fire off a noonday gunTo reprimand each inmate, who's in lateIn the mangrove swamps where the python romps there is peace from twelve till twoEven caribous lie around and snooze for there's nothing else to doIn Bengal to move at all is seldom if ever doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the middayOut in the middayOut in the middayOut in the middayOut in the middayOut in the middayOut in the midday sun From Letras Mania