Words without reproof, naked and ashamed,

Unheard, but reached by hundreds; they’re my words spoken.

But I am the king of the Jungle! A lion untamed.

My power lies within the boundaries I have proclaimed

But how to react when the earth quakes and the boundaries broken?

Words without reproof, naked and ashamed.

I have a face, just not one I’m willing to show,

Instead I’ll show a million to flaunt my mane

Because I am the king of the Jungle! A lion untamed.

Upon my streams and channels I’ll surf and go

Free right until the day it rains.

Words without reproof, naked and ashamed.

My scent will forever remain among the jungle flow,

To be hunted and to be deigned:

King of the Jungle! A lion untamed.

I know not of the clothes I wear, or the prize I’ve claimed,

Whether it be the sacred fruit or simply Apple,

Words without reproof, naked and ashamed,

And I am the king of the jungle, a lion untamed.