Um Bongo
Do you remember Um Bongo
How could I possibly ever forget it
Every man in the Congo
Would open the straw for the carton to pierce it
Oh what a dream when you taste it
You get taken away to a heavenly place
Saxophone
Only a dill would-would waste it
People lean back a sigh with a smile on their face
But when I sit back and think
It's such a wonderful drink
But a feeling inside so strong
That guilt, when I realise
It's just flat lilt
Um Bongo is just flat lilt
At least that's what I think
But remember that you stink