Verse 1: There is a killer in the jungle of my mind He swings from limb to limb and vine to vine He makes his weapons out of ferns and tree bark He’s like a morally-corrupted Ewok Chorus 1: He is a mental jungle killer He is a homicidal dream gorilla He makes that Tarzan look like Queen Priscilla He is a mental jungle killer Verse 2: I’ve got a psycho from the tropics in my head He murders people who are already dead He climbs up high to the banana bunches I hear his cry throughout my wild subconscious Chorus 2: He is a mental jungle killer He is a tree-hopping fictitious thriller He is a phantom-forest life distiller He is a mental jungle killer Bridge: Ooooh! Oh-ho-ho... Ooooh! Oh-ho-ho, ho-ho... Don’t mess with me, I’m a buccaneer Baby can’t ya see? I’m tryin’a work in here Don’t turn me down, you’re my buckaroo Come a-shake it with me, I wanna **** with you Verse 3: This is the butcher of the Congo in my brain Is he real or am I going insane? Feels like I’m tumblin’ down an endless vortex When he makes camp on my cerebral cortex Chorus 3: He is a mental jungle killer He’s an imaginary woodland Godzilla An equatorial concocted Attila He is a mental jungle killer Verse 4: There is a sicko in the shrubbery of my skull He’s throwing coconuts against the inner hull Now he can be a bit uptight and bossy Oh heaven help my mental Dian Fossey Chorus 4: He is a mental jungle killer He’ll drain your blood to make a Sarsaparilla He’ll cut you up and wear your skin like chinchilla He is a mental jungle killer He is a mental jungle killer