Oh, it must be over there, see In the tall weeds with his head leaned By an anthill, by some water With a trumpet, lightly sleeps the jungler But I'm not too sure That we'd go out like that So when we're older, maybe sooner We'll take the fumes from factories to love us, love us Half important, not important Not unless you go for gusto Maybe we could overtake him With a trumpet, lightly sleeps the jungler Wakes up and there he goes With the gold but not all of the gold Safely waits in this place And when it's clear, I'll get our gold I'll get our gold When we're older We will thank the jungler For all the gold That comes out our pockets That comes out our pockets That comes out our pockets Out our pockets