The day is open The night is closing it's doors And somewhere in the jungle A lion stretches out and roars On a dirty street, in a tenement house A man unwraps himself from a dainty dainty sheet And he opens his eyes and hates the bright sunrise Somewhere in the jungle A man cuts his way through the people and the bush And the civilized cement Whoa, yes he does Don't ask me where I am going But, after I'm gonе Glad lady, dear lady, won't you tell em Tеll em your boy just went Take off, lock up the door tonight Keep the sunshine in While somewhere in the jungle I listen to the wild go again I'm gonna go down south And ask the boss man for a clean cut sack Ah yes so I can pick the little white ball And bring em Bring em all right back