Текст песни Mr. Murphy's Jungle Dance - Metasequoia

I can hear it through the floor
A truly spooky sound
A whiney melody for sure
No maker could be found
The thumping and rumbling
And keeping the beat
He dances in time
With his feather like feet
A savage indeed
He speaks like a slob
But dealing with riddles
Was always his job
He got lost in the tall, tall grass
The jungle swallowed his calls
Scratching for the bugs underneath
While, searching for the cave of the beast
Oh, the cave of the beast
For the bugs underneath
Oh, the cave of the beast