In the Jungle by Michael Buerk Lyrics

[Hook 1: Tinchy & Jake]
There's like ten campmates in the jungle
Eating out of tins, no plates in the jungle
Rice and beans, no steaks in the jungle
All real, no fakes in the jungle
And nobody never break in the jungle
It's your turn, Michael

[Verse 1: Michael]
Michael's my name and I'm real cool
Stuck in the jungle, feeling like a fool
Pants are red, got no bed
Jungle skills never learned at school
Banged up here with the lord of misrule
Jumping up and down, heading for a fall
Jimmy's the name, footy's the game
Man's a machine, never gonna stall, in the jungle

[Hook 2: Tinchy & Jake]
No plates in the jungle
Rice and beans, no steaks in the jungle
All real, no fakes in the jungle
And nobody never break in the jungle
Go
[Verse 2: Michael]
Queen of the bowls is mistress Melanie
Food's from heaven but it's not heavenly
Tarzan's twin, that's Carl Fogarty
Swinging through the hills but they ain't Beverly
We'd kill for curry but we don't mean 'Dwina
We quite like Kendra but she could be cleaner
Too many singers to point the finger
Tinch, Jake, Nadia, who could be meaner?
Ah, what about Queen Vicky?
Man, that would be trick in the jungle

[Hook 3: Tinchy & Jake]
Ah, swear down, it really gets tricky in the jungle
Eating out of tins, no plates in the jungle
Rice and beans, no steaks in the jungle
All real, no fakes in the jungle
And nobody never break in the jungle
Just tins, no plates in the jungle
Rice and beans, no steaks in the jungle
All real, no fakes in the jungle
And nobody never break in the jungle
Ya dun know Michael
Flee