Bombay

I've been to Bombay

I've seen what a man can do

He climbs up a straight rope right up to the clear full-moon



And "boom", he is gone

Yeah, heaven is not that far

And limbs from a body are falling down on the ground



Gee! It must be hard to do

Yes, it is true, yes, it is true

I think the limbs belonged to an orang-outang, orang-outang,

orang-outang



I've been to Bombay

I've seen what a man can do

He climbs up a straight rope

A monkey is with him too



And "boom", he's gone to heaven

He's mighty daring mighty, right he must be some kind'a guru

He's out of orbit, out of orb...



It seems as if the rope was held by one of the Gods, one of the Gods

So tight! Not like elephant's trunks: They wobbley-wob, wobbly-wob,

wobbly-wob



I've been to Bombay

I've been to Bombay

In my youth

My wild youth

I've been to Bombay

I've been to Bombay

In my youth

Dadaeeaoo!



And "boom", he's gone to heaven

He's mighty daring, mighty, right he must be some kind'a guru

He's out of orbit, out of orbit

The crowd went hurly-burly

He never came down, never came down

He must have gone to heaven and out of orbit, out of orbit



No, I would never lie to you

Yes, it's true, yes, it is true