| «That's right folks, who knows what strange wonders awaits our expeditioners
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| on this journey to the dark corners of the globe, for this scientific purpose,.»
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| «Uh, excuse me sir, there’s been a problem with the boat. |
| Ship’s engineer wants
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| to see you at once.»
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| «Quieten down man. |
| We sail by midnight.»
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| An i went off sailin for the Congo,
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| In a sloop called the mississippi Song-o
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| Now I’m here singin them Jungle Blues
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| In a shipwreck, way out on the ocean,
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| Swimmin blind, lord, prayin and a’hopin,
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| I washed up singin them Jungle Blues.
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| Can’t you hear them Jungle Drums thumpin?
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| Buddy, thats' what gets my heart to jumpin,
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| It ain’t nutin but them Jungle Blues,
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| And the monkeys, goin pitter-patter,
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| In the darkness, my teeth begin to chatter,
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| There ain’t no cure for them Jungle Blues |