Each morning, a missionary avatars with me on sign. He tells the native population that civilization is dying. And three educated salvages holler from a bamboo tree. Civilization is a thing for me to see. So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't want to leave the Congo. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Bingo, bango, bongo, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go. Don't want no bright lights, false keep, doorbells, landlords. I make it clear. That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here. I look through a magazine the missionary's wife conceals. Magazine? What happens? I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobiles. You know you can get hurt that way, Daniel? At the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see. What do they see, Donny? Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me. So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't want to leave the Congo. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Bingo, bango, bongo, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go. Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear. So no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here. They hurry like salvages to get aboard an iron train. The Tringalingu Hula Humble Express. 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. What do they do, Donny? 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. Oh, no, no, no, no, no. Bingo, bongo, bongo, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to go. Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears. So no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right here. They have things like the autumn bomb, so I think I'll stay where I am. Civilization, I'll stay right here.