Now I'm the king of the swingers The jungle VIP I've reached the top and had to stop And that's what botherin' me I wanna be a man, mancub And stroll right into town And be just like the other men I'm tired of monkeyin' around!
Oh, oobee doo I wanna be like you-ooh-ooh I wanna walk like you Talk like you, too You'll see it's true-ooh-ooh An ape like me-e-e Can learn to be hu-ooh-man too-ooh-oh
Now don't try to kid me, mancub I made a deal with you What I desire is man's red fire To make that dream come true Give me your secret, mancub Clue me what to do Give me the power of man's red flower So I can be like you
Oobee doo I wanna be like you-ooh-ooh I wanna walk like you Talk like you, too You'll see it's true-ooh-ooh An ape like me-e-e Can learn to be hu-ooh-man too-ooh-oh
Oobee doo I wanna be like you-ooh-ooh I wanna walk (like you) Talk (like you,) too (Na na naa) You'll see it's true-ooh-ooh (Da da daa da da) An ape like me-e-e (Da daa daa) Can learn to be hu-ooh-man too-ooh-oh
Boom-doom doom Ba-doomba daboom Boom-doom doom Ba-doomba daboom boom Boom-doom doom Ba-doomba daboom Boom-doom doom Ba-doomba daboom (Bopiity bobbity bom bom) Bada bada Bada boom bom etc ...fades...
{No more fire! No more comfort. No more heat. No more of all the conveniences that it fuels. Meandering through the ash and rubble of burnt out excess. Rags and matted hair, foraging through nostalgic scraps, a lumbering Bear, void of connection. Breathe. Sleep. Eat. The rest had been burnt away.}