Space Jungle - The Bongos

She makes her home in the heart of the city

Everyone that she meets seems to know her by name

Too many creeps on the streets of the city

Everyone that she meets seems completely insane

Dreaming of a space jungle

Where will she go?

Dreaming of a space jungle

Then late at night martian drums beat a rhythm

Electric beat coming down through the radio waves

And on the street hear the beat on the blasters

Coming down from a radio station in space

She spends her time on the streets of the city

Everyone that she meets seems to know her by name

There’ll come a time when she flees from the city

Dance away to an alien planet in space