Somewhere up town late last Around 9 o'clock there was a black Crawling up the American stairs With his slicked cockroachair
He was lightning He was looking for someone He said, "I you, you know me, hey, hey, lezzosee I'm in the to Mambo"
Yeah, crazy man Someone pulled out a gun and said "It's a little too late for sort of thing If you that you're the white-black snake Don't go with me, I'm not in the mood"
Somebody pulled I said "Don't be rude, just say crazy man" Yah, there, done that Given every I'm for me for you, let's keep it that way, okay [unverified]
Meanwhile, later on the river Some frogman slipped on his beret Over his skin, tight rubbersuit, black Looking for a to go an' dive Heading for the nearest diver's
Looking for love on the cheap Go, gonna make it down you wan' d'ja see? He said, "Crazy I'm in the to mambo"
Meanwhile, we can watch the Dancing competitions the Midlands International Orchestra up their frilly chiffon skirts
They and they twirled In the night rustle To the of the muscle Of the drum man
He's picking up the beat on the skin He was for love underneath that din He was for me He was for you
I walked up to the woman and I said (With a shoe) I'm in the to mambo Bongo
Shh, let me into one of the secrets of this Y'see the late flick knives through the window, careful where you go boy Those knives are flick Flagging the dark, man
They're gonna cut your I talked to Fr.Murphy and he swore he tell But some of those are gonna go to hell See they're in the mood to Crazy
Cha, cha, cha, the fog horns And the go, "Woo Woo" I don't mind I'm with you We go crazy, yes we do No we don't, bongo