| I’ve been to Bombay
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| I’ve seen what a man can do
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| He climbs up a straight rope
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| Right up to the clear full-moon
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| And «boom», he is gone
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| Yeah, heaven is not that far
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| And limbs from a body are falling down on the ground
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| Gee! |
| It must be hard to do
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| Yes, it is true, yes, it is true
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| I think the limbs belonged to an orang-outang
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| Orang-outang, orang-outang
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| I’ve been to Bombay
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| I’ve seen what a man can do
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| He climbs up a straight rope
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| A monkey is with him too
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| And «boom», he’s gone to heaven
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| He’s mighty daring, mighty
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| Right he must be some kind’a guru
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| He’s out of orbit, out of orb…
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| It seems as if the rope was held by one of the Gods
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| One of the Gods
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| So tight! |
| Not like elephants' trunks
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| They wobbly-wob, wobbly-wob, wobbly-wob
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| I’ve been to Bombay
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| I’ve been to Bombay
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| In my youth
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| I’ve been to Bombay
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| I’ve been to Bombay
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| In my youth
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| YaYaeeaoouth!
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| And «boom», he’s gone to heaven
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| He’s mighty daring, mighty right
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| He must be some kind’a guru
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| He’s out of orbit, out of orbit
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| The crowd went hurly-hurly
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| (No, I would never lie to you)
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| He never came downn, never came down
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| (Yes, it is true)
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| He must have gone to heaven
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| (yes, it is true)
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| And out of orbit, out of orbit |