They didn't want anyone to know
Just where they'd ever been
So they sneaked into the jungle
Making sure they weren't seen
And he played an Irish Jig
On a battered old Kazoo
Accompanied by his mate
On electric Digeridoo
As the Oomi Oomi birds
Performed a mating dance
You could see them strut
You should see them prance
And the Captain of the Jungle
Sighing with despair
Ran his gnarled fingers
Through his thinning hair
Cleared his parched throat
With a careful little cough
And then being bored
Switched the whole lot off
And the jungle creaked and sighed
And silence fell all around
As bit by bit by bit by bit
The jungle slowly closed right down
