Here I go, down below The sun is goin' down, a jungle comes alive The beast is wakin' up, to take another life I can't sleep, in too deep The man with
Here where we stand there used to be a forest A timber rising endlessly before us We cleared away that Godforsaken jungle And in return the Indians adore
I did not sail the seas or fly on the wind But I found the jungle and myself within I found you before I found myself But to the natives I looked like
I crashed in the jungle while trying to keep a date With my little girl who was back in the states I was stranded in the jungle, afraid, alone Trying
In the shadow of the concrete giants Got to live there from day to day Grey cold houses have been there for too long Hear the voices of the kids'sad
George, George, George of the jungle Strong as he can be Ah, watch out for that tree George, George, George of the jungle Lives a life that's free Ah
The Freaks in the streets The nuns with the shotguns The graves rolling by your side Survival of the fittest And there ain't no pity No one gets out alive
No, no, no, no, no I just got to get away, I can't stand it Children suffer every day Tell me baby, what's it for Fighting daily for the turf Were still
Cities of money, dried up, no longer running Palace corroded, condemned like all the People that were captive in the trouble that Doubled the self destructive
(by Bob Marley) No sun will shine in my day today; (no sun will shine) The high yellow moon won't come out to play: (that high yellow moon won't come
[Wyclef] One, two... One, two-One,two... Yo! (Chorus) Hey yo! The Streets Are Like A Jungle I'm countin' money in the jungle Hey yo! The Streets Are
Ladies and gentlemen, Sunz of Man Uhh, Jungle of Concrete Yo, yo In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the wees Ain't nothin' sweet, we gotta eat In the
Hup two three four Keep it up two three four Hup two three four Keep it up two three four Company sound off! Ho, the aim of our patrol Is a question
Now I'm the king of the swingers Oh, 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
Oh, we march from here to there And it doesn't matter where You can hear us push Through the deepest bush With a military air! With a military air! We
My own home, my own home My own home, my own home Father's hunting in the forest Mother's cooking in the home I must go to fetch the water 'Til the day
We're your friends We're your friends We're your friends to the bitter end When you're alone Who comes around To pluck you up When you are down And when
Look for the bare necessities The simple bare necessities Forget about your worries and your strife I mean the bare necessities Old Mother Nature's recipes