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