King of The Jungle
We watches the other beast
Quiet and dignified
Claws like flick knifes
Ho don't have to hide
Waiting until the time is right
Pouncing like a thief in the night
But they keep on coming through the jungle track
When they feel the power of the hour
Wish they had turned back
The air is filled with a mighty roar
They stand there as always as before
The warriors strong, the warriors proud
The warriors stand at the end of the crowd
The warriors brave, the warriors cool
Even when his back against the wall
He is king of the jungle