Somewhere up town last night Around 9 o'clock was a black snake Crawling up the Latin American With his slicked black
He was greasy He was for someone else He said, "I you, you know me, hey, hey, lezzosee I'm in the to Mambo"
Yeah, bongo man Someone else pulled out a gun and "It's a too late for that sort of thing If you think that the white-black snake Don't go with me, I'm not in the mood"
else pulled I said "Don't be rude, just say bongo man" Yah, been there, that Given tit-for-tat I'm for me You're for you, let's it that way, okay [unverified]
Meanwhile, later on the river Some frogman slipped on his beret Over his skin, tight rubbersuit, black Looking for a to go an' dive Heading for the diver's skive
Looking for love on the rate Go, gonna make it down you wan' d'ja see? He said, "Crazy I'm in the to mambo"
Meanwhile, we can watch the Dancing from the Midlands International Danceband Lifting up frilly chiffon skirts
They whirled and 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 love that din He was for me He was for you
Till I walked up to the and I said (With a shoe) I'm in the to mambo crazy
Shh, let me into one of the secrets of this Y'see the late night flick Glitter the window, careful where you go boy knives are flick flack Flagging the dark, man
They're cut your skin I talked to Fr.Murphy and he swore he wouldn't But of those boys are gonna go to hell See they're in the mood to Crazy
Cha, cha, cha, the fog scream And the go, "Woo Woo" I don't mind 'cos I'm you We go crazy, yes we do No we don't, bongo