The Jungler

Oh, it must be over there, see

In the tall weeds with his head leaned

By an anthill, by some water

With a trumpet, lightly sleeps the jungler

But I'm not too sure

That we'd go out like that

So when we're older, maybe sooner

We'll take the fumes from factories to love us, love us

Half important, not important

Not unless you go for gusto

Maybe we could overtake him

With a trumpet, lightly sleeps the jungler

Wakes up and there he goes

With the gold but not all of the gold

Safely waits in this place

And when it's clear, I'll get our gold

I'll get our gold

When we're older

We will thank the jungler

For all the gold

That comes out our pockets

That comes out our pockets

That comes out our pockets

Out our pockets