That morning sun peeks over the mountains, and all the rhinos rub their eyes when they hear... Hear what? Hear the jungle rhythm. Those birds are tap-tap-tap in the tree trunks, the busy bee hums as he flies loud and clear. To the jungle rhythm. Now you can hightail it out of the jungle, but it never leaves your heart. First you feel that beat start bubbling under, then you hear the tom-toms loudest thunder. It's moving me! Sounds a lot like being free when you feel... Feel the jungle rhythm. Feel the jungle rhythm. Come on, Shanti! Yeah! Can't do without rhythm, and when it fills the air, animals everywhere join in the dance. You'll dance along with them, feelin' it steal your soul. We'll stomp our paws. Stomp our wings. Maybe do one or two crazy things. Yeah, that's it. Chak-a-boom, chak-a-boom, chak-a-boom, chak-a-boom. Chak Now you can hide till you're out of the jungle. It never leaves your heart. First you feel that beat start bubbling under. Then you hear the tom-tom, sonic thunder. It's moving me. Sounds a lot like being free. When I feel, feel the jungle rhythm. Feel the jungle rhythm. Feel the jungle rhythm. Feel the jungle rhythm. Feel the jungle rhythm.