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Mood Mambo Lyrics - Mondo Bongo - Boomtown Rats

Somewhere up town late last night 

Around 9 o'clock there was a black snake 

Crawling up the Latin American stairs 

With his slicked black cockroachair 

 

He was greasy lightning 

He was looking for someone else 

He said, "I know you, you know me, hey, hey, lezzosee 

I'm in the Mood to Mambo" 

 

Yeah, bongo crazy man 

Someone else pulled out a gun and said 

"It's a little too late for that sort of thing 

If you think that you're the white-black snake 

Don't go messing with me, I'm not in the mood" 

 

Somebody else pulled 

I said "Don't be rude, just say bongo crazy man" 

Yah, been there, done that 

Given every tit-for-tat I'm for me 

You're for you, let's keep it that way, okay [unverified] 

 

Meanwhile, later on underneath the river 

Some frogman slipped on his black beret 

Over his skin, tight rubbersuit, black boots 

Looking for a place to go an' dive 

Heading for the nearest diver's skive 

 

Looking for love on the cheap rate 

Go, gonna make it down with you wan' d'ja see? 

He said, "Crazy bongo 

I'm in the mood to mambo" 

 

Meanwhile, we can watch the come 

Dancing competitions from the Midlands 

International Danceband Orchestra 

Lifting up their frilly chiffon skirts 

 

They whirled and they twirled 

In the late night rustle 

To the beat of the muscle 

Of the drum man Inanin 

 

He's picking up the beat on the bongo skin 

He was lookin' for love underneath that din 

He was looking for me 

He was looking for you 

 

Till I walked up to the woman and I said 

(With a shoe) 

I'm in the mood to mambo 

Bongo crazy 

 

Shh, let me into one of the secrets of this place 

Y'see the late night flick knives 

Glitter through the window, careful where you go boy 

Those knives are flick flack 

Flagging through the dark, man 

 

They're gonna cut your skin 

I talked to Fr.Murphy and he swore he wouldn't tell 

But some of those boys are gonna go to hell 

See they're in the mood to mambo 

Crazy bongo 

 

Cha, cha, cha, the fog horns scream 

And the boys go, "Woo Woo" 

I don't mind 'cos I'm with you 

We go bongo crazy, yes we do 

No we don't, bongo crazy 

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