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Oh, the lion's called the king of the jungle
But what about the lioness, his mate
While he is sleeping through the night
She is hunting with no light
Then brings him home his breakfast on a plate
No need for her to wear a crown
Or it might only slow her down
Long live the queen of the jungle
Long live the queen of the jungle
Without her, there could never be a king
For every little king to be starts out in a family
And from his mama learns important things
So if you're tired of being small
And if they plan to grow it all
They listen to the queen of the jungle
Never hit a bigger cat
Never call a rhino fat
The less you say, the more you have to eat
Don't forget to wash your face
And keep your paws in your own space
And watch for thorn that might get in you feet
King is surely big and strong and handsome
But what about his quick and agile bride
While he naps the day away
She tends the cubs and helps them play
You have to wonder "Where's his sense of pride?"
While he is shiny teeth and thrown
She takes care of things back home
Long live the queen of the jungle
Long live the queen
Jungle queen
That's right
You go girls
You are the main attraction
Every time I see him, he's just lying around
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