Jungle Fever
Bored to deft lowered myself down the last few feet shocked
And renown rocks all around began to understand dropped
My head soon headed for the lagoon, body wasn’t cool
It got wetter took off my school sweater couldn’t act a fool
Tied it to waist needed a guide in this place, today alert
As my gray shirt stuck to me, sweat started to flow in spurts
Tons of sun a pale yellow yet wet from sweat I prevailed mellow
Thinking about an old tale about JELLO want a bowl now so hello
My skin light colored almost white and buttered stay on the alert
With a freak hope don’t want a heat stroke drink water from avoid dirt
My brains frying sound like airplanes flying my head hurts
Not playing Atari staying on a safari through the jungle
The sunshine and my gun aligned to shoot a whole bundle
Of wildlife suspicious in America,, ambigious character as
A hunter and number one stunter, beating bushes talking jazz
Walking among creatures and young features of Tarzan swing
On limbs, onto some hot leads had to chop weeds my knife cling
Cutting to precision all of a sudden a vision of a bird and it did sing
“Hi stay on track and find the treasure then enjoy the divine pleasure
Of being rich” I’m seeing a witch in the background trying to measure
My pride must hide from her
Bored to deft lowered myself down the last few feet shocked
And renown rocks all around began to understand dropped
My head soon headed for the lagoon, body wasn’t cool
It got wetter took off my school sweater couldn’t act a fool
Tied it to waist needed a guide in this place, today alert
As my gray shirt stuck to me, sweat started to flow in spurts
Tons of sun a pale yellow yet wet from sweat I prevailed mellow
Thinking about an old tale about JELLO want a bowl now so hello
My skin light colored almost white and buttered stay on the alert
With a freak hope don’t want a heat stroke drink water from avoid dirt
My brains frying sound like airplanes flying my head hurts
Not playing Atari staying on a safari through the jungle
The sunshine and my gun aligned to shoot a whole bundle
Of wildlife suspicious in America,, ambigious character as
A hunter and number one stunter, beating bushes talking jazz
Walking among creatures and young features of Tarzan swing
On limbs, onto some hot leads had to chop weeds my knife cling
Cutting to precision all of a sudden a vision of a bird and it did sing
“Hi stay on track and find the treasure then enjoy the divine pleasure
Of being rich” I’m seeing a witch in the background trying to measure
My pride must hide from her