(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)   I don't have to have no preacher   To tell me there ain't no good lovin' you   Your snake-eye touches the ladder   Everybody tells me it's true.         You're gonna need   You're gonna bleed   Somebody like me.         I don't need my old school teacher   To learn me in your evil ways   I sing right back to the jungle   Hang it up on Even Street.         You're gonna need   You're gonna feed   Somebody like me.         Way down deep in the jungle   Swingin' from tree to tree   You find me chasing around there   Trying to even the score.         You're gonna need   I'm gonna please   Somebody like you.         (Heh-ho, Wah-wah, Wah-wah-wah, Oo-uh, Oo-uh, Oo-uh, Oo-uh   Oh-oh, Eee-Eee, Meow, Ooh-ooh, Ha-huh-huh, Suck-suck-suck,   Oink! Hnch! Enwoooo! Oo-oo-oo-oo, Ah-ah-ah-ah, I'm gonna scratch ya, scratch ya.)