This is a story about a
monkey and a king,
King Rebop, and his dream down
in the jungle.
He dreams about a flower,
dreams about a bird, not that bird,
ah, that's a prettier bird.
He dreams about a monkey,
he dreams this monkey
can play the drums,
seems the king is broke,
He needs dough,
and there's a missionary.
Well, the monkey heard squeaking
down in Wooloo,
And he got fit,
he got fit by the beat of it,
He hopped upon a hippo's back,
with a grin he went into his dance.
Singin' sookity yackety back,
a kangaroo pop said,
You stopped,
you ain't exactly on the back beat,
Look at my feet,
and then he shuffled up a rhythm,
Got the monkey all with him in a minute,
They were ballin' the jack and the sand.
So the monkey made
a coconut tom -tom,
found an old drum that
belonged to the voodoos
By the middle of the week every native was speak
ing about the monkey and his medicine band
He beat the licks with his sticks
to a record by Bix,
till his rhythm was the talk of all the Congo
He had a gadoo play the kazoo,
and the junk men rounded out the combo
One day a missionary with
a Bible and canary
came riding on a donkey
through the jungle
King Reebok's a -wool
ing to see it,
the bigger hit and make a buck on it
But the monk the king kept a
-ravelin' about
Didn't know nothin' at all
It was just another monk a -k ing
Reap up, then woke up,
found out he'd been dreamin'
And upset, caught the little missionary
Read the Bible in Canary City King,
must have been somebody you wed
So long, boy