Bongo Bill

Bongo Bill, he couldn't tell
He leaned right over the window sill
He bumped his head and he felt quite ill
'Here' said his Mummy, 'takes these pills'

Bongo Bill, Bongo Bill
Bongo Bill, Bongo Bill

Bongo Bill and Uncle Phil
They went to the football down the hill
His rubbish team they lost five nil
With little passion and no skill

Bongo Bill, he couldn't quite say
If things are good or just OK
He had a girl she didn't stay
He wondered why it was that way

Bongo Bill hasn't left home
He never felt the urgе to go
His mother cooks and cleans and sews
It won't gеt better than that you know

Bongo Bill...