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 gone
Glad lady, dear lady, won't you tell'em
Tell'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
Somewhere in the cement Jungle