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.
Interesting lyrics.