Phil Harris - Jungle Fever

I hear drums, I hear saxophones
I hear brass, I hear slide-trombones
In my bed, there's all kinds of tones
I got jungle fever
In my head

I want jazz, but it's rock instead
I got jungle fever
In my head

All the hip hippopotamus
And the swinging rhinoceros
Have a session every night
The baboons say it's out of sight

Well the big...
A one, a two, the kangaroo
Grabs his trumpet and hits high C
And the tiger starts singing
'Cause that's his key
The baby elephant on bass horn
Said "please Mr. Lion, don't you play no corn"
Dig that monkey in his tuxedo
He's all smiles, 'cause he's the leader

I hear bands
They see endless brown
And now I'm getting signals
From the Satchmo sound
Lawrence Welk? How did he get in there?
Ooh, there's jungle fever everywhere!

Ooh, with all of them fine, crazy sounds runnin' through my head
I think I'm gonna become musical, mezmerize, and
Lay down here and kinda
Rip off a little Rip Van Winkle (snores)
Yeah
I got news for you, Rip
I'm gonna rip your record
Oh yeah, Rip.
Rip, I'm gonna bust your record on one side.
It ain't even gonna turn over, baby.
How sweet it is.
Mmmm....
There's a fly on my nose, but I ain't gonna let him wake me.