Chris Martin

Queen of the Jungle

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Oh the lions called the king of the jungle
But what about the lioness his mate
While he is sleeping through the night
She is hunting with no light
And brings him home his breakfast on a plate
No need for her to wear a crown
Or it might only slow her down
Long live the queen of the jungle

Long live the queen of the jungle
Without her there could never be a king
For every little king to be
Starts out in a family
And from his mama learns important things
So if you're tired of being small
And if you plan to grow it all
You listen to the queen of the jungle

Never hit a bigger cat
Never call a rhino fat
The less you say the more you have to eat
Don't forget to wash your face
And keep your paws in your own space
And watch for thorns that might get in you feet

While the king is surely big and strong and handsome (roar!)
But what about his quick and agile bride
While he naps the day away
She tends the cubs and helps them play
You have to wonder where's his sense of pride
While he is shiny teeth and thrown
She takes care of things back home
Long live the queen of the jungle
Long live the queen
Jungle queen

(You go girls!)
(That's right!)