Hi, here are the words! I wrote this around 1962 and note that the Tiger has a Scottish accent!

It was busy in the jungle, all the animals had came,
To console their friend the Tiger who would soon be Royal game,
But the Tiger wisnae havin' it, he didnae think it fun
To be stoppin' Royal bullets from Prince Philip's Royal gun.
CHORUS: Yippi i o, Yippi i ay,
       Ghost Tigers in the sky.
"You are lucky," cried the Elephant. "I wish that I was you,
For a palace isnae smelly like it is in London Zoo".
But the Tiger answered dismally, "It isnae really fair,
For ye cannae smell the perfume when yer streeched oot on the flair!"

"But you'll see and hear what's going on," the Vulture slyly said,
"And what the butler didn't see, then you will see instead".
"But that's nae consolation," said the Tiger in distress,
"For Ah couldnae sell my story tae the Sunday Express."

"Don't be daft", roared out the Lion,"It will really be a treat,
"And we'll all be mighty proud when you're a rug for Royal feet".
"Ye micht be prood", the Tiger said, "But Ah will feel a fool,
If the Royal weans pick oot ma een tae play a game o' bools!"

"Just think of all the folk you'll meet" said the Camel with the hump,
"The Great White Queen in London Town may stand upon your rump".
"That may be so, my stupid friend", the Tiger loudly moans,
"But whit if the boys frae the IRA come chasin' Mrs Jones?".

"It's an honour friend" the Monkey said, "To die for the Royal flag",
"Ach tae Hell!" replied the Tiger, "That just gets my Tiger's Rag!
Aw that jazz is for the birds, it's no' for a cat like me.
Ah'd rather end up in a cage that dead wi' an' OBE!"

So come all ye jolly tigers that go roaming wild and free,
If you've a mind to stay alive, take this advice from me.
Keep one good eye upon your rear as you go through the grass,
In case a Royal bullet whistles ---- up the Khyber Pass!"