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 !