I bellycrawl through the city of sin, the state of the art
The summer of my discontent, the fall of my heart
I’m ready for the masquerade and faded, jaded from the start
Sedated motley crusader, unafraid to wait and play my part

If I’m made in the shade of my Creator, tell me where’s the Maker’s mark?
Parade of now and later haters passing by me in the dark
And Lord I know I should be learning from the Sermon on the Mount
But the devil on my shoulder’s telling me to leave a bodycount

I’ve been around the mountain, seen the Valley of the Dolls
Chasing Long Tall Sally and the Demon Alcohol
They got 99 bottles of beer up on the wall
And I got 99 problems so I’m gonna drink ‘em all

And ladies love me ‘cause they think I’m a pretty boy toy
But I’m closer to Pretty Boy Floyd, I’m an outlaw
Before you dare admire me, take a closer look
Honey, welcome to my diary, welcome to the Jungle Book

So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
Is that the angels singing or the ringing of the telephone?

So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
I think I hear you knocking, baby, nobody’s home
(Nobody’s)

Home in the Hollywood Hills, they’re doing blow in Chateau bungalows
They got their Guns N’ Roses, overdosing in the afterglow
I hear the voice of reason creeping through the stereo
And I’m leaping out the window, screaming “Yo, Geronimo, leggo my ego”

A crowd of people waiting down below, they want a hero
Cause they can’t take another gigolo, another zero
Cause we have read the writing on the stalls
And we know we're gonna fall, jungle gonna kill us all

So crawl baby doll, go where eagles dare to fly
Be aware of the stars and infinity on high
Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die
Screaming lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

I no longer admire my own reflection in the vanity
A sabretooth tiger tearing at my own humanity
Or can it be the jungle’s making a man of me, who knows?
Wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? Here it go…

So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
Is that the angels singing or the ringing of the telephone? So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
I think I hear you knocking, baby, nobody's home


Why do kingdoms fall and nations crumble?
(It’s the law of the jungle, it’s the law of the jungle)
Why do bad men rise and good men stumble?
(It’s the law of the jungle, it’s the law of the jungle)
What is this new folly, little dreamer of dreams?
We’ll clothe the emperor in roses that we painted for the Queen
Let the dead wolf speak, let the trumpet ringer blow
And we’ll tumble like the walls of Jericho

I was raised by the wolves, now I’m hunted by the pack
They got me running through the jungle with a monkey on my back
A lack of satisfaction led me to abandon jungle law
Now I’ve got the eagle by the talon, got the tiger by the claw

And my philosophy will shock a flock of seagulla to the wall
Screaming, “Ollie. ollie, oxen free, I’m coming for you all”
And now this animal’s a part of me, I thought you oughta know
Welcome to the jungle, welcome to the show

So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
Is that the angels singing or the ringing of the telephone?

So welcome to the jungle book
Take a second look, grab the hook before we fly away
One shot, two shots to the dome
I think I hear you knocking, baby, nobody’s home