My King Kong Keeps me strong Taking me all around the jungle A caveman With a plan Going to call up Jane in the city Calling out to her window Like some proto-Romeo Tall enough to climb a building Mowgli of A kind of love That is true Like flowers are pretty Bagheera of the stuff That keeps Kaa Out of the city It don’t make a lick of sense It got eyes like peppermints Baby I got evidence I am getting skinny So I’m going to cut my hair Pick me out a suit to wear Get a bouquet of some flowers That I think are pretty Yeah, it’s true I like you In a way that’s more than friendly I’m going do What I want What I want Is you near me Talking bout proximity The distance between you and me It don’t really bother me Cuz I see it’s shrinking We ain’t going to waste no space Moving at a steady pace To an even better place That’s maybe never-ending