Mop! Mop!

Mop mop! A thousand years ago

Mop mop! A guy named Jungle Joe

Was a drummer man in a Zulu band

That made swing history

Mop mop! One day the king said "Gate!

Why Gate, you old reprobate

I commission you, find a riff that's new

Or your wig belongs to me."

Joe's knees started knockin'

So scared he was stiff

'Til he noticed the tribe was rockin'

As his knees beat out this mellow riff

Mop mop! From the tropic's heat

Mop mop! Came this jungle beat

Though old Joe is gone, his jive lives on

And it still is making history.

Joe's knees started knockin'

So scared he was stiff

'Til he noticed the tribe was rockin'

As his knees beat out this mellow riff

Mop mop! From the tropic's heat

Mop mop! Came this jungle beat

Though old Joe is gone, his jive lives on

And it still is making history.