Walking through forests of palm tree apartments - scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole - drunk every Friday - eating their nuts - saving their raisins for Sunday. Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows - they're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows.
Let's bungle in the jungle - well, that's all right by me. I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.
Just say a word and the boys will be right there: with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air. Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder? Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder. I'll write on your tombstone, I thank you for dinner.'' This game that we animals play is a winner.
Let's bungle in the jungle - well, that's all right by me. I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.
The rivers are full of crocodile nasties and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass. He's a lover of life but a player of pawns - yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn to light up His Jungle as play is resumed. The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune.