I’m the king of the swingers, the jungle V.I.P.
I reached the top and had to stop,
And that’s what bothering me.
I want to be a man, man-cub, and stroll right into town,
And be just like those other men
I’m tired of monkeying around.
Ooh-bi-doo, I wan’na be like you.
Lights go out…
