It's A Jungle Out There

(L.Field/C.Foskett /Shmusicmusic)

It's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there


Crawlin', Trawlin', Brawlin' till morning
Face down in the gutter, head in the pan or in the can
With her fake tan and claws that'll rake through her bottle blonde hair
It's a Jungle out there
It's a jungle out there

Coastin', toastin', roastin',
Ridin' into town with nothing on but a thong, a song a veil and an L plate on
Demeure as a bunch of sailors on shore leave
It's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there

And he's in Prague with the lager and the schlager and the lads
Those sad old gits with their hats and their wigs and their plastic tits
And there's hundreds of these hairy overgrown kids flashing the cash
And giving Blighty a bad name
It's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there

And all because he said, Will you marry me
And all because he got down on one knee
It's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there

Cars and bars and have another jar,
Till you can't walk or talk but you can never go too far
Fuelled up, tooled up, booze up, throw up, punch up
Don't let up until you're locked up

And bending down to vomit up the evidence of a night to remember
Groaning, foaming, mooning if only he could see
You gotta ask yourself if he'd regret the question
Will you marry me
Will you marry me

It's a jungle out there
It's a jungle out there