The day is open
The night is closing it's doors
And somewhere in the jungle
A lion stretches out and roars
On a dirty street, in a tenement house
A man unwraps himself from a dainty dainty sheet
And he opens his eyes and hates the bright sunrise
Somewhere in the jungle
A man cuts his way through the people and the bush
And the civilized cement
Whoa, yes he does
Don't ask me where I am going
But, after I'm gonе
Glad lady, dear lady, won't you tell em
Tеll em your boy just went
Take off, lock up the door tonight
Keep the sunshine in
While somewhere in the jungle
I listen to the wild go again
I'm gonna go down south
And ask the boss man for a clean cut sack
Ah yes so I can pick the little white ball
And bring em
Bring em all right back
