| It’s a blue, blue jungle
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| Every vine every tree
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| Yes, it’s a blue, blue jungle
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| Not like it used to be
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| Because my little buddy
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| My little Mowgli’s far from me
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| And I got the misery
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| Oh, they civilized my man cub
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| Washed his face and combed his hair
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| (Sticky, gooey stuff… yeah)
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| They civilized my man cub
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| Gave him way-out clothes to wear
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| (No where)
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| They’re messin' with my Mowgli
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| And he would’ve made one swell bear
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| Oh, I’m on the road to ruin
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| Stewin' body night 'n' day
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| Yes, I’m just a broodin', brewin'
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| Stewin' while I’m turnin' gray
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| I’ve got to have my man cub
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| Gotta get him back here, right away
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| Some way
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| And if anyone tries to stop me
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| He better bring all the help he can
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| (Hear me talkin' to ya…)
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| I said if anybody tries to stop me
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| He gonna get a one way ticket
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| To the promise land
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| (I'm preachin' now)
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| 'Cuz I’m gonna cave in his casaba
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| I’m gonna pull it off
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| And then lay it in his hands
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| I’ve got those sad about him
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| Can’t live without him
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| Balooo blues |