Each morning, a missionary advertises neon signnHe tells the native population that civilization is finenAnd three educated savages holler from a bamboo treenThat civilization is a thing for me to seenn So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't want to leave the Congo, oh no no no no non Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to gon Don't want no bright lights, false teeth, doorbells, landlords, I make it clearn That no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right herennI looked through a magazine the missionary's wife concealed (Magazine? What happens?)nI see how people who are civilized bung you with automobile (You know you can get hurt that way Daniel?)nAt the movies they have got to pay many coconuts to see (What do they see, Darling?)nUncivilized pictures that the newsreel takes of menn So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don't want to leave the Congo, oh no no no no non Bingo, bangle, bungle, he's so happy in the jungle, he refuse to gon Don't want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my earn So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right herennThey hurry like savages to get aboard an iron trainnAnd though it's smokey and it's crowded, they're too civilized to complainnWhen they've got two weeks vacation, they hurry to vacation ground (What do they do, Darling?)nThey swim and they fish, but that's what I do all year roundnn So bongo, bongo, bongo, I don't want to leave the Congo, oh no no no no non Bingo, bangle, bungle, I'm so happy in the jungle, I refuse to gon Don't want no jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spearsn So, no matter how they coax him, I'll stay right herennThey have things like the an