[Verse 1]
Please let me introduce myself, I'm a man of wealth and taste
But just like that first line, my ideas all come from another place
I'm gonna tell you a story and the main character, well, it's me
It all starts way back when I began grade three

[Verse 2]
I had the block's biggest marble collection, no, that's a lie
My neighbour Johnny had swapped three 'jumbos' for my one 'cat's eye'
Then he told me that 'jumbos' were no longer the rage
Which shows that I was a fashion victim even back at that age

[Verse 3]
Anyway, I remember it was the second week, term two
And just like normal, I brought my marble bag to school
But imagine the shock and horror, for behind my back
Everyone else in the playground had bought along click-clacks

[Verse 4]
How was it that by some mysterious mutual chemistry
They all knew click-clacks were in? No one ever told me
How was it in the space of an otherwise normal night
Everyone came to school the next day not a marble bag in sight?

[Verse 5]
And now I'm in a rock band and everything's the same
Just when I'm holding my line of tortured, artistic pain
You find out that poetry ain't no longer the thing
And everyone's playing cajun, Zydeco, whatever you call the thing
[Refrain]
What you call that thing?
What you call that thing?
What you call that thing?

[Verse 6]
I go off and buy the records, learn how to cook jumbalaya
But everyone's dropping ecstasy and the dance clubs are on fire
I start talking about Louisiana, everyone tells me to stop
Just the like the coming of click-clacks, comes something called hip-hop

[Verse 7]
Shakespeare in plays are the quintessential expression of human tragedy
Can't understand it myself but that's what my friends tell me
Anyway, the only genuine thought I've ever been able to expound
Is the world ain't a stage, it's a primary school playground

[Verse 8]
And some people are like the kids who knew when to stop
Playing games like kerplunk and get into battling tops
Then there's people like me, who always seem to find
Just after we've bought our baseball jackets, we've been left behind

[Refrain]
We've been left behind
We've been left behind
We've been left behind
[Verse 9]
I couldn't understand it's just like musical chairs
When it's groovy to say "groovy" and okay to wear flares
So the final piece of advice I give, you should all beware
'Cause when you're in the jungle, watch it, it's a playground out there

[Refrain]
It's not a jungle out there
It's not a jungle out there
It's not a jungle out there
It's not a jungle out there
It's not a jungle out there
It's not a jungle out there
It's not a jungle out there
It's not a jungle out there
It's not a jungle out there