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Jungle
by Steve Hill
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JUNGLE
(Steve Hill)
I'm lost in the jungle...not really minding at all.
Just one thing bothers me, how did I get here?
When you're in the jungle, what do you do for fun?
Dance with an antelope ...I doubt it.
Sleepless creatures and their families...look at me with thought-filled eyes
Plants and reptiles knowing things I'll never know.
Bridge:
Just who is that beast? Tell us what he wants!
Doesn't have much hair...neither back nor front,
Could he be a tree? Not without some bark.
Maybe he's a friend, friend of the aardvark.
[Instrumental Break]
Just who is that beast? What was that he said?
Not what you'd expect... from a quadruped.
Doesn't trill his tongue...like a jungle fowl.
Doesn't have the smell...of the wolf that howls.
When I think about it...crocodiles aren't all that crude
Even though they don't know how I got here.
I'm trapped in delusion, lost in a kingdom of dreams.
Could this be serious? ...I doubt it.
Copyright 1974 Steve Hill, All Rights Reserved, Used by Permission.
Administered by Eric Zukoski Music
JUNGLE
(Steve Hill)
I'm lost in the jungle...not really minding at all.
Just one thing bothers me, how did I get here?
When you're in the jungle, what do you do for fun?
Dance with an antelope ...I doubt it.
Sleepless creatures and their families...look at me with thought-filled eyes
Plants and reptiles knowing things I'll never know.
Bridge:
Just who is that beast? Tell us what he wants!
Doesn't have much hair...neither back nor front,
Could he be a tree? Not without some bark.
Maybe he's a friend, friend of the aardvark.
[Instrumental Break]
Just who is that beast? What was that he said?
Not what you'd expect... from a quadruped.
Doesn't trill his tongue...like a jungle fowl.
Doesn't have the smell...of the wolf that howls.
When I think about it...crocodiles aren't all that crude
Even though they don't know how I got here.
I'm trapped in delusion, lost in a kingdom of dreams.
Could this be serious? ...I doubt it.
Copyright 1974 Steve Hill, All Rights Reserved, Used by Permission.
Administered by Eric Zukoski Music
