| It was deep in the Jungles of Africa
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| Where the bugs is thick as fleas
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| And the heat will drive sane men crazy
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| It was deep in the Jungles of Africa
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| Where the bugs is thick as fleas
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| And the heat will drive sane men crazy
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| And the water’s full o' disease
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| I went out walkin' with a beautiful girl
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| Where the spotted honey steppers fly
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| We lay down under the bamboo trees
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| I sang that Jungle lullaby
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| Singin', swingin'
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| On a lazy afternoon in paradise
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| Croonin', swoonin'
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| That old time song, where the days are long
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| It’s a Jungle Lullaby
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| Well we made it down to a riverbank
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| Spied a steamboat comin' along
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| Then we hitched a ride, lawd, lookin' over the side
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| Everything was goin' on wrong
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| There was bird-eatin' spiders, big as my fist
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| Snakes that hung down like vines
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| And eyes that watched as we drifted along
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| I sang that Jungle Lullaby
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| Singin', swingin'
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| On a lazy afternoon in paradise
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| Croonin', swoonin'
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| That old time song, where the days are long
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| It’s a Jungle Lullaby
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| Folks you know, when we got back into town that night, there was excitement in
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| the air, I heard there was a party over at the Officers Club, so I took that
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| girl on over, man, we walked in the joint, orchestra playin' so sweet I thought
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| I’d die, I got up on that old bandstand, sang that Jungle Lullaby
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| Singin', swingin'
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| On a lazy afternoon in paradise
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| Croonin', swoonin'
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| That old time song, where the days are long
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| It’s a Jungle Lullaby |