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 do you cry?

'Cause all the back-broke brothers
That have been there before
They say the snake-charming Cajun women
Can walk on the water.

Livin' in the jungle
And not wearing clothes
Flesh meeting flesh
And nobody knows
Don't need to ride on a rocket
Ain't got no food in my pocket
You got a gun at my head
I'm gonna make you [bad word] 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 say the snake-charming Cajun women
Can walk on the water.

I know a girl from Karachi
Took her all the day to be [bad word] Well we can sit at home
With a bottle of Boone
And nothing better to do

What does it matter?
Why do you cry?

'Cause all the back-broke brothers
That have been there before
They say the snake-charming Cajun women
Can walk on the water.