I want to live in the jungle You don't got to wear no clothes And they got no boutiques Nothing chic In the jungle, they don't have no discos.
I want to ride on a rocket Shoot me into the stars I can get real loose Light the fuse I'll ride that rocket to Mars
What does it matter? Why do you cry?
'Cause all the back-broke brothers That have been there before They say the snake-charming Cajun women Can walk on the water.
Livin' in the jungle And not wearing clothes Flesh meeting flesh And nobody knows Don't need to ride on a rocket Ain't got no food in my pocket You got a gun at my head I'm gonna make you cock it Walking on water and not getting wet? You ain't seen nothing yet.
'Cause all the back-broke brothers That have been there before They say the snake-charming Cajun women Can walk on the water.
I know a girl from Karachi Took her all the day to be cruel Well we can sit at home With a bottle of Boone And nothing better to do
What does it matter? Why do you cry?
'Cause all the back-broke brothers That have been there before They say the snake-charming Cajun women Can walk on the water.