| Am | E7 | |
| Now | I'm the king of the swingers, the jungle V. I. | P. |
| Am | |
| I've reached the top and had to stop and that's what's botherin' | me |
| E7 | |
| I wanna be a man, man-cub, and stroll right into | town |
| Am | G7 | |
| And be just like the other men, I'm tired of monkeyin' ' | round, | oh |
| Chorus |
| C | A7 | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, I wanna be like | you ooh ooh |
| D7 | G7 | C | |
| I wanna | walk like you, | talk like you too, | ooh, ooh |
| A7 | Dm7 | G7 | C | A7 | |
| You'll | see | it's | true ooh, ooh, an ape like | me, ee, ee |
| D7 | G7 | C | A7 | D7 | G7 | |
| Can | learn to be hu- | ooh-ooh-man | too, ooh, ooh |
| Don't try to kid me man-cub and don't get in a stew |
| What I desire is man's red fire so I can be like you |
| Give me the secret man-cub, just clue me what to do |
| Give me the pow'r of man's red flow'r and make my dreams come true |
| Chorus |
| I like your mannerisms, we'll be a set of twins |
| No one will know where man-cub ends and orangutan begins |
| And when I eat bananas, I won't peel them with my feet |
| 'Cause I'll become a man-cub and learn some etti - keet. |
| Chorus |
| Shift gears |
| Chorus |