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 sand 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 the tree, then you're in high society
And all 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
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! In the Congo cabaret
It's grand getting canned when you loll upon the sand
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 hut upon the pier, where they supply you with free beer
The colliers shout "By gum hear, hear"
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 Wiganites flock around to see
the sites, twenty cowheels each they pay
To see fat Mrs.
Marston do the Wigan Charleston, I'm sure she's going to bust one day
Eee! Eee! Eee! By gum! In Wigan's Congo cabaret
Eee! Eee! Eee! By gum! In Wigan's Congo cabaret