An African Song (On That Great Civilized Morning)

[Intro]
Hey-a, hi, a-wimoweh, hey-a, a-wimoweh, hey-a, a-wimoweh, hey-a

A wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh
A wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh

A wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh
A wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh, a wimoweh

Dee-dee-dee-dee-o

[Verse 1]
The question is are the Africans in Africa prepared for independence?
Do they have enough delinquents among their juvenile descendants?

[Verse 2]
Can they fill their air with smog enough, their rivers with pollutions?
Are their citizens evolved enough for mental institutions?

[Verse 3]
Are they smart enough to know enough to regulate their taxes
So the poor can pay the rich to keep the poor flat in their axis?

[Verse 4]
Do they know how to destroy what they produce for their enjoyment
Or employ enough machines to keep employees from employment?

[Verse 5]
Have the natives the intelligence, the, the native wisdom or the dexterity
To establish atom bases as the base of their prosperity?

[Verse 6]
In essence, have we morally the right to even plan to let the backward nations join the brotherhood of man?

[Outro]
Wi-mo-weh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah