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Lion's TeethThe king of the jungleWas asleep in his car When your chances fall in your lap like that You've got to 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's 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 blowtorch the doors I start wailing The lion roars There's no 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 |