Green jungle, the eventual abode
In which the specimen grows
We swim and splash as we go
Adorning your bodies with ornaments
Protecting your borders with armaments
We sing and dance as we go. We sing and dance in the Congo
Shifting your shape and the scenery
Misuse and abuse of machinery
We sing and dance as we go. We sing and dance in the Congo
Remove vegetation, clear the trees
It all becomes part of our history
We swing advance as we go. We swing advance, we’re on show
We sing and dance as we go. We sing and dance in the Congo