The king of the jungle   was asleep in his car   When your chances fall in your lap like that   you 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 to 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 gonna regret the day I was born   and then Mom rushes out to the driveway   my sister too   Everyone is 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 blow torch 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