Michael Buerk, Tinchy Stryder, Jake Quickenden - In the Jungle lyrics

There's like ten campmates in the jungle
Eating out of tins, no plates in the jungle
Rice and beans, no steaks in the jungle
All real, no fakes in the jungle
And nobody never break in the jungle
It's your turn, Michael

Michael's my name and I'm real cool
Stuck in the jungle, feeling like a fool
Pants are red, got no bed
Jungle skills never learned at school
Banged up here with the lord of misrule
Jumping up and down, heading for a fall
Jimmy's the name, footy's the game
Man's a machine, never gonna stall
In the jungle

No plates in the jungle
Rice and beans, no steaks in the jungle
All real, no fakes in the jungle
And nobody never break in the jungle go

Queen of the bowls is mistress Melanie
Food's from heaven but it's not heavenly
Tarzan's twin, that's Carl Fogarty
Swinging through the hills but
They ain't Beverly
We'd kill for curry but we don't mean 'Dwina
We quite like Kendra but she could be cleaner
Too many singers to point the finger
Tinch, Jake, Nadia, who could be meaner?
Ah, what about Queen Vicky?
Man, that would be trick in the jungle

Ah, swear down
It really gets tricky in the jungle
Eating out of tins, no plates in the jungle
Rice and beans, no steaks in the jungle
All real, no fakes in the jungle
And nobody never break in the jungle
Just tins, no plates in the jungle
Rice and beans, no steaks in the jungle
All real, no fakes in the jungle
And nobody never break in the jungle
Ya dun know Michael flee