"Darlin' Darlinka" lyrics
"Darlin' Darlinka"
Look at that multi-colored jungle bird
Sayin' the smoothest of words he ever heard
He don't realize he looks so absurd
In his lyin'
Well... we've heard about it, see us laughin'
We knew it all along
Darlin' Darlinka hang onto your hope
'Cause it sure is a jungle
Darlin' Darlinka your heart is your own
It sure is a jungle
Darlin' Darlinka hang onto your hope
Hang onto your hope
Look at that greedy ole crocodile
Speakin' backwards stayin' awhile
Tryin' to fool everyone with a smile
See him smilin'
Well he made a purse from his mother's alligator
Neath the boat see you later
Darlin' Darlinka hang onto your hope
'Cause it sure is a jungle
Darlin' Darlinka your heart is your own
Sure is a jungle
Darlin' Darlinka hang onto your hope
Hang onto your hope
Here comes that jiber-jabber' jivin' monkey
Thinks he's funny, thinks he's funky
He talks of cities silly in the heart of his country
Well we ain't cryin' about it, see us laughin'
We knew it all along
Darlin' Darlinka hang onto your hope
'Cause it sure is a jungle
Darlin' Darlinka your heart is your own
It sure is a jungle
Darlin' Darlinka hang onto your hope, hang onto your hope
Darlin' Darlinka hang onto your hope, hang onto your hope
Hang onto your hope
Darlin' Darlinka hang onto your hope
Hang onto your hope, to your hope
Darlin' Darlinka hang onto your hope
Hang onto your hope, to your hope
'Cause it sure is a jungle
Writer(s): Michael Smotherman
- AZLyrics
- G
- Glen Campbell Lyrics
album:
"Highwayman" (1979)
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