It's a jungle out there, Violence and danger everywhere It's brother against brother Pounding on each other Like they would make a mess It's a jungle out there It's a jungle here too You got a tap right on your phone A microphone and camera check on everything you do Call it paranoia as the saying goes Even paranoids have their meek
That last one got a little tense, but we're all good now, relax. Our boy Kris got a little dinged up but the chess master Maddon was way ahead of everybody and all was well. The Cubs go to Cleveland, where the last time they were there we all had a big group hug They may have gotten themselves straightened out in the mile high city, let's hope we do stumble now that we're heading back toward sea level.