[Bm]Walking through forests of p[Em]alm tree ap[F#7]artments ---
[Bm]scoff at the monkeys who l[Em]ive in their da[F#7]rk tents
[F#] [A] [Bm] [A]
down by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday ---
[F#]eating their nuts --- sa[A]ving their rai[Bm]sins for Sund[A]ay.
[F#]Lions and t[A]igers who [Bm]wait in the s[A]hadows ---
[F#]they're fast but they're la[A]zy, and sl[Bm]eep in green [A]meadow[B]s.
Let's b[G]ungle [A]in the ju[D]ngle --- well, that's [G]all [A]right by m[B]e.
I'm a t[G]iger w[A]hen I wan[D]t love,but I'm a snake[G] if [A]we disagre[B]e.
REST THE SAME
Just say a word and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, ``I thank you for dinner.''
This game that we animals play is a winner.
Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.
The rivers are full of crocodile nasties
and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass.
He's a lover of life but a player of pawns ---
yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn
to light up His Jungle as play is resumed.
The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune.
Words and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME
Thanks to Håkan for his correction
[email protected]
[Bm]scoff at the monkeys who l[Em]ive in their da[F#7]rk tents
[F#] [A] [Bm] [A]
down by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday ---
[F#]eating their nuts --- sa[A]ving their rai[Bm]sins for Sund[A]ay.
[F#]Lions and t[A]igers who [Bm]wait in the s[A]hadows ---
[F#]they're fast but they're la[A]zy, and sl[Bm]eep in green [A]meadow[B]s.
Let's b[G]ungle [A]in the ju[D]ngle --- well, that's [G]all [A]right by m[B]e.
I'm a t[G]iger w[A]hen I wan[D]t love,but I'm a snake[G] if [A]we disagre[B]e.
REST THE SAME
Just say a word and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, ``I thank you for dinner.''
This game that we animals play is a winner.
Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.
The rivers are full of crocodile nasties
and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass.
He's a lover of life but a player of pawns ---
yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn
to light up His Jungle as play is resumed.
The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune.
Words and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME
Thanks to Håkan for his correction
[email protected]
