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Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign |
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He tells the native population that civilization is fine |
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And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree |
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That civilization is a thing for me to see |
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So bongo, bongo, bongo, i don't wanna leave the congo, oh no no no no no |
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Bingo, bangle, bungle, i'm so happy in the jungle, i refuse to go |
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Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, i make it clear |
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That no matter how they coax him, i'll stay right here |
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I looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (magazine? what happens?) |
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I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (you know you can get hurt that way daniel?) |
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At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (what do they see, darling?) |
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Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me |
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So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't wanna leave the congo, oh no no no no no |
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Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go |
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Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear |
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So, no matter how they coax him, i'll stay right here |
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They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train |
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And though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complain |
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When they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (what do they do, darling?) |
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They swim and they fish, but that's what i do all year round |
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So bongo, bongo, bongo, i don't wanna leave the congo, oh no no no no no |
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Bingo, bangle, bungle, i'm so happy in the jungle, i refuse to go |
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Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, i got my spears |
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So, no matter how they coax him, i'll stay right here |
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They have things like the a |
