I don't wanna dance with your daughter or sing shalalala
Don't you know she belongs in the jungle?
Far from all these shiny disco balls
She was walking in slow-motion
Approached me from behind
She was determined to speak her mind
But she spoke without emotion
Her sentence even rhymed
She must have done this too many times
Had my hands full of Gin and T
Wouldn't be fun spinning 'round with me
Who'd have thought that she'd find me rude?
For saying: Look love, I'm not in the mood
I don't wanna dance with your daughter or sing shalalala
Don't you know she belongs in the jungle?
Far from all these shiny disco balls
You should've seen her when we talked about it
Gave me the eye and said: Let's fight about it
Could it be that I'm the only one who's turned her down in this town?
Wasn't looking to cause a scence
Bottoms up just so that I could leave
'Cause I tried to be polite
But she said: Fuck you and your good night!
I don't wanna dance with your daughter or sing shalalala
Don't you know she belongs in the jungle?
Far from all these shiny disco balls