Home
Interview
Editorial
Jungle Alumni Cap
Jungle Jukebox
Jungle Cruise E-Mail
Jake Dakota
Jungle Postcards
History
Contact Us!
Jungle Directory
Awards & Links
Chat
Message Boards
Art Gallery
Themes and Screen Saver

 

 

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

This month's Jungle Juke Box is submitted by Skipper Grant, Tour of Duty '92-'95 Disneyland. Grant is now a "substitue teacher by day, comedy songwriter by night." He has had songs featured on The Dr. Demento Radio Show with his band, "Throwing Toasters." Check them out at http://www.throwingtoasters.com
"By The Elbows"
Sung to the tune of Dire Straits' "Money For Nothing"
New lyrics by Doug Price & Grant Baciocco

(intro)
I'd rather,
I'd rather work J.C.
(repeat 3x)

Well look at them cowboys, that's the way you do it,
You press the buttons and you group in twos.
Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do it,
Doin' Big Thunder 'stead of Jungle Cruise.

Now that ain't workin', that's the way you do it,
Let me tell ya, those guys are neat.
Maybe have to tell someone to... throw their drink out,
Maybe have to stand on their feet.

We got to load in hundreds of people,
By the elbows, they're slimy and wet.
We got to move these, snot-covered children,
We got to load large women who sweat.

The little Pirate with the beanie and the stripe socks?
Yeah buddie, those are real cool shoes.
The little Pirate's got to push the buttons,
The little Pirate groups in fours not twos.

We got to load in hundreds of people,
By the elbows, they're slimy and wet.
We got to move these, snot-covered children,
We got to load large women who sweat.

(Move-a move-a move it up Skip)

 

 

music!
Click here for Music

We got to load in hundreds of people,
By the elbows, they're slimy and wet.
We got to move these, snot-covered children,
We got to load large women who sweat.

I shoulda learned, to drive the Mark Twain,
I shoulda learned, to whack Jose.
Looka that skipper, he's runnin', into my boat again,
Man, I'd like to smack Jay.

Now who's up there? What's that? Some whiny noises.
There's punk kids on the second floor spittin' on me.
Oh that's just great, that's all that I need,
Spit on my head along with crow feces

We got to load in hundreds of people,
By the elbows, they're slimy and wet.
We got to move these, snot-covered children,
We got to load large women who sweat.

(Elephant trumpet)

I'd rather,
I'd rather,
I'd rather work J.C.

(Repeat and Fade)

Special thanks to Skipper Grant for this gem! If you remember any songs like this, or if you are imaginative enough to come up with a new one, let us know!