Bongo, Bongo, Bongo
Bongo, bongo, bongo,I no want to leave the CongoOh no no no no noNo no no noBingle, bangle, bungleI'm so happy in the jungleand I tell you, so you will know.
Each morning a missionary advertise be on timehe tells the native population that civilization is fineand three educated savages holler from a bongo treethat civilization is a thing for me to see.
Oh, bongo, bongo, bongoI no want to leave the CongoOh, no no no no noBingle, bangle, bungleI'm so happy in the jungleI refuse to go.
Don't want no bright lights,false teeth, doorbells, landlords,I make it clearthat no matter how they coax meI'll stay right here !
Now I looked through a magazinethe missionary's wife concealedI see the people who are civilizedbang you with automobiles.At the movies they have got to paymany coconuts to seeuncivilized picturesthat the newsreel takes from me.
So: bongo, bongo, bongo,I no want to leave the CongoOh, no no no no noThey hurry like savagesto get aboard an iron trainand though it's smoky and it's crowdedthey're too civilized to complain.
When they've got two weeks’ vacationthey hurry to vacation ground,they swim and they fish,but that's what I do all year round.
Oh, bongo, bongo, bongoI no want to leave the CongoOh, no no no no noNo no no noBingle, bangle, bungleI'm so happy in the jungleI refuse to go.
Don't want no bright lights,false teeth, doorbells, landlords, jailhouse,fish hooks, sweethearts, taxies,we make it clear:they have things like the atom bomb,so I think I'll stay where I ahm,civilization, no no no no,I'll stay right here !