Уганда нам поможет II. Бонго-бонго

Un giorno un grande esploratore là nell’equator
intorno radunate le tribù, ai negri disse così:
“Voi non state troppo bene qua molto meglio è la città!
Seguitemi su”.
Ma il vecchio negro disse allor:

“Oh Bongo Bongo Bongo
sdare bene solo al Congo non mi muovo no, no.
Bingo Bango Bengo
molde scuse ma non vengo io rimango qui.
No bono sgarbe sdredde, saponedde, treni e tassì
ma con guesta sveglia al collo sdar bene qui!”.

Paziente il grande esploratore ad ognun parlò
dei quadri futuristi, dello swing la nostra moda spiegò:
“Soli, soli che ci fate qui?
Io vi mostrerò Paris! seguitemi su!”.
Ma il vecchio negro disse ancor:

“Oh Bongo Bongo Bongo
sdare bene solo al Congo non mi muovo no, no
Bingo Bango Bengo
molde scuse ma non vengo, io rimango qui
no bono vostra rumba, vostra samba, vostro sbirou
no bono pasta asciutta, meglio scimmia, pasta e ragù
no bono sigarette, la mia testa fare girar
no bono votazione, elezione, tutti imbrogliar
no bono radio e cine, signurine magre così
molto meglio anello al naso, ma sdare qui!”

Rimanere bono Zulu, non impazzire tra voi laggiù
non sono scemo, sdare bene qui.

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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

So bongo, bongo, bongo, he don’t wanna leave the Congo, oh no no no no no
Bingo, bangle, bungle, he’s so happy in the jungle, he refuse to go
Don’t want no penthouse, bathtub, streetcars, taxis, noise in my ear
So, no matter how they coax him, I’ll stay right here

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

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 jailhouse, shotgun, fish-hooks, golf clubs, I got my spears
So, no matter how they coax him, I’ll stay right here

They have things like the atom bomb, so I think I’ll stay where I “ahm”
Civilization, I’ll stay right here!
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