歌词
The king of the junglewas asleep in his car
When your chances fall in your lap like thatyou got to recognize them for what they really are
Nobody in this housewants to own up to the truth
I crawl in shotgun and reach into his mouthand grab hold to one long sharp toothand hold onfor dear life
I hold onWell of course he wakes uphis paw hits the horn
I am gonna regret the day
I was bornand then
Mom rushes out to the drivewaymy sister too
Everyone is screaming
I am dreaming of you
I hold onfor dear life
I hold onand my arms get soreand my palms start to sweatand the tears roll down my facetill my cheeks are hot and red and soaking wet
In come the cops
They blow torch the doors
I start wailing
The lion roars
There's no good way to end thisanyone can seethere's this great big youand little old meand we hold onfor dear lifewe hold onwe hold on