Bongo, Bongo, Bongo lyrics

Bongo, bongo, bongo,

I no want to leave the Congo

Oh no no no no no

No no no no

Bingle, bangle, bungle

I'm so happy in the jungle

and I tell you, so you will know.

Each morning a missionary advertise be on time

he tells the native population that civilization is fine

and three educated savages holler from a bongo tree

that civilization is a thing for me to see.

Oh, bongo, bongo, bongo

I no want to leave the Congo

Oh, no no no no no

Bingle, bangle, bungle

I'm so happy in the jungle

I refuse to go.

Don't want no bright lights,

false teeth, doorbells, landlords,

I make it clear

that no matter how they coax me

I'll stay right here !

Now I looked through a magazine

the missionary's wife concealed

I see the people who are civilized

bang you with automobiles.

At the movies they have got to pay

many coconuts to see

uncivilized pictures

that the newsreel takes from me.

So: bongo, bongo, bongo,

I no want to leave the Congo

Oh, no no no no no

They hurry like savages

to get aboard an iron train

and though it's smoky and it's crowded

they're too civilized to complain.

When they've got two weeks’ vacation

they hurry to vacation ground,

they swim and they fish,

but that's what I do all year round.

Oh, bongo, bongo, bongo

I no want to leave the Congo

Oh, no no no no no

No no no no

Bingle, bangle, bungle

I'm so happy in the jungle

I 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 !

• Artist:Louis Prima
• Album:The Broadway Musical "Angel In The Wings" (1947)