Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, Boom,
With a silk umbrella and the handle of a broom,
Boomlay, boomlay, boomlay, Boom.
Then I had religion, Then I had a vision.
I could not turn from their revel in derision.
Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black, |More deliberate. Solemnly chanted.|
Cutting through the jungle with a golden track.
Then along that riverbank
A thousand miles