Jungle Song

I want to live in the jungle You don't got to wear no clothes And they got no boutiques Nothing chic In the jungle They don't have no discos I want to ride on a rocket Shoot me into the stars I can get real loose Light the fuse I'll ride that rocket to Mars What does it matter Why, why do you cry? 'Cause all the back broke brothers That have been there before The say the snake-charming Cajun women Walk on the water Living in the jungle Not wearing clothes Flesh meeting flesh Nobody knows Don't need to ride on a rocket Ain't got no fuel in my pocket You got a gun to my head I'm gonna make you cock it Walking on water And not getting wet You ain't seen nothing yet 'Cause all the back broke brothers That have been there before They swear the snake-charming Cajun women Walk on the water I know a girl from Karachi Take her on a date and be cruel Or we can sit at home With a bottle of booze And nothing better to do What does it matter Why do you cry ai-ai-ai-ai 'Cause all the back broke brothers That have been there before They swear the snake-charming Cajun women Walk on the water Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Ooh ooh ooh