In The Congo

Southern skies, sapphire seas
Crocodiles, chimpanzees
Cocoa palms, rubber trees
That's the Congo
Where the blazing tropic sun
Bakes you like a hot cross bun
Where mosquitoes make you run
That's the Congo

It's grand getting tanned when you loll upon the sands
In the Congo, in the Congo
All that you wear is a little here and there
In the Congo, in the Congo

You take a hut up in a tree
Then you're in high society
And know the lovely scenery
You get a view of the swamp where the alligators romp
Warm summer nights when they light the harbour lights
In the Congo, in the Congo
Gay Congorites flock around to see the sights
Twenty cocoa beans they pay
To see Miss Wongo
Wag her little bongo
Sing a little Congo lay
Woo-ooh, in the Congo Cabaret

It's grand getting canned when you loll upon the sands
In Wigan's Congo, in Wigan's Congo
You don't wear any togs, you only wear a pair of clogs
In Wigan's Congo, in Wigan's Congo

You take a hutch upon the pier
Where they supply you with free beer
The collier shouts: "By gum, 'ere, 'ere!"
You get a view of the tripe as it's getting nice and ripe
Warm summer nights when they light the harbour lights
In Wigan's Congo, in Wigan's Congo
Gay Wiginites flock around to see the sights
Twenty cow heels each they pay
To see fat Mrs. Malston
Do the Wigan Charleston
I'm sure she's going to bust some day
Ee-ee-ee
By gum, in Wigan's Congo Cabaret
Ee-ee-ee
By gum, in Wigan's Congo Cabaret