Monkey Groove

[Interlude] (Verse 1) In the heart of the jungle, where the palm trees sway, A funky little crew comes out to play. They've got rhythm in their tails, mischief in their eyes, Dancing through the canopy, reaching for the skies. [Chorus] Monkey groove, monkey swing, In the moonlight, they do their thing. From the treetops to the forest floor, These wild souls know how to soar. (Verse 2) The baboon leads the way, hips swaying wide, The spider monkeys spin, arms open wide. The capuchins tap their feet, a syncopated beat, And the howler monkeys holler, setting the jungle heat. [Chorus] Monkey groove, monkey swing, In the moonlight, they do their thing. From the treetops to the forest floor, These wild souls know how to soar. (Bridge) Underneath the starry sky, they form a circle tight, Their tails entwined, hearts alight. They shimmy and they shake, a primal celebration, A jungle disco, no need for an invitation. [Chorus] Monkey groove, monkey swing, In the moonlight, they do their thing. From the treetops to the forest floor, These wild souls know how to soar. (Outro) So next time you're lost in the wilderness, feeling blue, Look up to the branches, where the monkeys groove. Their carefree spirit, their wild delight, Teaches us all to dance, even in the darkest night. [End]