Theres a place, right off Lancaster highway Where the rowdy hell raisers come out to play 20 miles down in the sticks is where youll find us Getting real loud and causing a fuss Way down deep, in the woods Underneath the stars We dont have a velvet rope We dont have a cover charge We dont use martini glasses, just mason jars Welcome to the jungle boys Where the wild things are You might go crazy You might lose your mind This aint a place for the weary kind Once youre here there aint no turnin back So grab yourself a cup and pour yourself some Jack Way down deep, in the woods Underneath the stars We dont have a velvet rope We dont have a cover charge We dont use martini glasses, just mason jars Welcome to the jungle boys Where the wild things are You might not get out of here alive Unless you brought yourself a four wheel drive Way down deep, in the woods Underneath the stars We dont have a velvet rope We dont have a cover charge We dont use martini glasses, just mason jars Welcome to the jungle boys Aw welcome the jungle boys Welcome to the jungle boys Where the wild things are Where the wild things are Where the wild things are yeah Aw welcome to the jungle boys Where the wild things are
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