the king of the jungle

was asleep in his car.

when your chances fall in your lap like that,

you gotta recognize them for what they really are.



nobody in this house wants to own up to the truth.

I crawl in shotgun and reach into his mouth

and grab hold of one long, sharp tooth

and hold on.

for dear life, I hold on.



well of course he wakes up.

his paw hits the horn.

I am going to regret

the day that I was born.



and then mom

rushes out to the driveway

my sister too

everyone screaming,

I am dreaming of you.

I hold on.

for dear life, I hold on.



and my arms get sore.

and my palms start to sweat.

and the tears roll down my face,

till 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 now good way to end this.

anyone can see

there's this great big you,

and little old me.

and we hold on.

for dear life, we hold on.

we hold on.