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Walking through forests of palm tree apartments --- |
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scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents |
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down by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday --- |
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eating their nuts --- saving their raisins for Sunday. |
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Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows --- |
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they're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows. |
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Jethro Tull |
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Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me. |
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I'm a tiger when I want love, |
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but I'm a snake if we disagree. |
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Just say a word and the boys will be right there: |
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with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air. |
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Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder? |
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Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder. |
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I'll write on your tombstone, ``I thank you for dinner.'' |
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Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me. |
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I'm a tiger when I want love, |
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but I'm a snake if we disagree. |
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The rivers are full of crocodile nasties |
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and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass. |
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He's a lover of life but a player of pawns --- |
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yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn |
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to light up His Jungle |
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as play is resumed. |
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The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune. |
