Somewhere up town last night Around 9 there was a black snake Crawling up the American stairs With his black cockroachair
He was lightning He was for someone else He said, "I know you, you know me, hey, hey, I'm in the to Mambo"
Yeah, bongo man else pulled out a gun and said "It's a little too late for that sort of If you think that you're the snake Don't go with me, I'm not in the mood"
Somebody else I said "Don't be rude, just say bongo man" Yah, been there, that every tit-for-tat I'm for me You're for you, keep it that way, okay [unverified]
Meanwhile, later on underneath the Some frogman on his black beret Over his skin, rubbersuit, black boots Looking for a place to go an' Heading for the diver's skive
Looking for love on the rate Go, gonna make it down with you d'ja see? He said, "Crazy I'm in the to mambo"
Meanwhile, we can the come competitions from the Midlands International Orchestra Lifting up their frilly chiffon
They and they twirled In the night rustle To the of the muscle Of the drum man
picking up the beat on the bongo skin He was lookin' for underneath that din He was for me He was for you
Till I up to the woman and I said (With a shoe) I'm in the mood to Bongo
Shh, let me into one of the of this place the late night flick knives Glitter through the window, where you go boy Those are flick flack Flagging the dark, man
They're cut your skin I talked to Fr.Murphy and he swore he wouldn't But some of those are gonna go to hell See they're in the to mambo bongo
Cha, cha, cha, the fog horns And the go, "Woo Woo" I don't mind I'm with you We go crazy, yes we do No we don't, bongo