jungle song

i want to live in the jungle

you don't have 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

the say the snake-charming cajun women

walk on the water

living in the jungle

not wearing clothes

flesh meeting flesh

nobody knows

don't need to ride on a rocket

ain't got no fuel in my pocket

you got a gun to 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 swear the snake-charming cajun women

walk on the water

i know a girl from karachi

take her on a date and be cruel

or we can sit at home

with a bottle of booze

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 swear the snake-charming cajun women

walk on the water