Somewhere up late last night Around 9 o'clock was a black snake Crawling up the Latin American With his slicked black
He was lightning He was looking for else He said, "I you, you know me, hey, hey, lezzosee I'm in the to Mambo"
Yeah, bongo man else 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 else I said "Don't be rude, just say crazy man" Yah, been there, done Given every I'm for me You're for you, let's keep it way, okay [unverified]
Meanwhile, on underneath the river Some frogman slipped on his beret Over his skin, tight rubbersuit, black Looking for a to go an' dive Heading for the diver's skive
Looking for on the cheap rate Go, make it down with you wan' d'ja see? He said, "Crazy I'm in the to mambo"
Meanwhile, we can watch the Dancing competitions the Midlands Danceband Orchestra Lifting up their frilly skirts
whirled and they twirled In the late night To the beat of the Of the man Inanin
He's picking up the on the bongo skin He was lookin' for love that din He was for me He was for you
Till I walked up to the woman and I (With a shoe) I'm in the mood to crazy
Shh, let me into one of the of this place the late night flick knives Glitter through the window, where you go boy knives are flick flack Flagging the dark, man
They're gonna cut your I to Fr.Murphy and he swore he wouldn't tell But some of boys are gonna go to hell See in the mood to mambo bongo
Cha, cha, cha, the fog scream And the go, "Woo Woo" I don't 'cos I'm with you We go crazy, yes we do No we don't, crazy