Jungle room

Hey everybody listen to me please,
I’m tired of watching sixteen T.V.’s
Take out my pistol an’ shoot the screen,
I’m headin’ for the room where the carpets green.

I’m heading for the jungle room,
I’m gonna sit there in my jungle gloom,
Me and my buddies are staying up late,
With a couple of date from down by the gate.

That polythene jungle speaks to me,
I feel good among the plastic greenery,
Feathered mirror on the wall,
Who is still the rockinest of them all?

I’m heading for the jungle room,
I’m gonna sit there in my jungle gloom,
Drinkin’ bourbon from the tiki bar,
‘Fore we go for a trip in my cadillac car.

I’m weary of that ‘Vegas scene,
All washed up on the silver screen,
Just put my feet up, lean back and slouch,
In a hand-carved Hawaiian fake-fur couch,

I rented out a movie house all night,
I’m in the kitchen but the strip lights bright,
Move to a place with a calmer feeling,
It’s got a waterfall, an idol and rugs on the ceiling.