Bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't want to leave the Congo, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Bingo, bingo, bongo, I'm so happy in the jungle, and I'll tell you so you will know, each morning a missionary advertised with neon signs, he tells the native population that civilization is fine, and free educated savages holler from a bamboo tree, that civilization is the thing for me to see. Oh, bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't want to leave the Congo, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Bingo, bongo, bongo, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go, don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I'll make it clear, that no matter how they coax me, I'll stay right here. Now I look 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. I've found civilized pictures at the newsreel takes of me. So, bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't want to leave the Congo, no, 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. So, bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't want to leave the Congo, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Bingo, bango, bongo, I still have to be in the jungle, I refuse to go. Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, penthouse, a bit of streetcars, taxes, we make it clear. They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I stay where I am. Civilization, no, no, no, no, I stay right here.