| Each morning, a missionary advertises neon sign |
| He tells the native population that civilization is fine |
| And three educated savages holler from a bamboo tree |
| That civilization is a thing for me to see |
| So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don’t wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no |
| Bingo, 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 him, I’ll stay right here |
| I looked through a magazine the missionary’s wife concealed (Magazine? |
| What happens?) |
| I see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (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, |
| Darling?) |
| Uncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of me They hurry like savages to get aboard an iron train |
| And though it’s smokey 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, Darling?) |
| They swim and they fish, but that’s what I do all year round |