The king of the jungle
Was asleep in his car
When your chances fall in your lap like that
You gotta recognize them for what they really are
Nobody in this house
Wants to own up to the truth
I crawl in shotgun and reach into his mouth
And grab hold of one long, sharp tooth
And hold on
For dear life, I hold on
Well of course he wakes up
And his paw hits the horn
I am gonna regret
The day that I was born
And then mom
Rushes out to the driveway
My sister too
Everyone screaming
I am down here dreaming
Dreaming of you, I hold on
For dear life, I hold on
And my arms get sore
And my palms start to swеat
And the tears roll down my face
'Til my cheeks arе hot and red and soaking wet
Was asleep in his car
When your chances fall in your lap like that
You gotta recognize them for what they really are
Nobody in this house
Wants to own up to the truth
I crawl in shotgun and reach into his mouth
And grab hold of one long, sharp tooth
And hold on
For dear life, I hold on
Well of course he wakes up
And his paw hits the horn
I am gonna regret
The day that I was born
And then mom
Rushes out to the driveway
My sister too
Everyone screaming
I am down here dreaming
Dreaming of you, I hold on
For dear life, I hold on
And my arms get sore
And my palms start to swеat
And the tears roll down my face
'Til my cheeks arе hot and red and soaking wet
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