Lyrics Congo - African

Congo

Where to begin
No room for the pudding
The street vendor cries
Saying, «No, don’t go»
No room for the pudding
But we have six flights
Sayin' «I don’t know»
Don’t know where she put it
And upstairs she cries, saying
«Why me?»
Try the city downtown
What ever made me into a man?
If I had my friends, I wouldn’t need a thing
(In the city)
You’ve been where?
And done what?
You went where?
You’ve done what?
You went where?
What makes you think I have it easy?
And you’re getting even
I’m going
No, no, no
You think it’s easy seeing you so often?
In order to get even, said
I’m going
No, no, no
What makes you think I have it easy?
I’m not getting even, said
I’m going
No, no, no
I’ve got nowhere to go
I’ve got nowhere to go
Where would I want to go?
Well, you’re going
No, no, no
You’ve been where?!?
You’ve been what?!?
And Where?
And What?