Round an round a cauldron dance br In gleeful plenty all night prance br Clubs in hand also banana leaves br Whack the bums of circling thieves br Our garlands boast a dodo's beak br Claws of tigers cooked for a week br Hop and sing and guzzle too br Trail chief Unwango in what to do br br The pot happily boils all night long br Party raged the braves too thronged br From coconut rinds, oft we drank br In morsels raw our teeth we sank br Dance all night then sprawl at dawn br One atop another writhe in the lawn br Yelled and yodeled and let out wails br Captives strung on trees with nails br br unga bunga rum an a yum ho ho br Oh! This heaven, we'll never let go br br Went a hunting with spears and dogs br To net for the party few grunting hogs br Howling captives see crackling logs br Caught them near our favorite bogs br Their yelps ring loud amid fiery leaps br Cringe at the sight of cooked up heaps br Ah! The volcano tribes taste so good br We always look for their cobra hood br br In glee we cackle our horns we blow br We eat our fill till the embers glow br Weeds, potions, rum amply drunk br Full belly belched in stupor sunk br After snorting up weed long and slow br Chief then shoots up on a single toe br Playfully tickles his wench with a hoe br Head for our caves its time we know br br unga bunga rum and a yum ho ho br Oh! This heaven, we'll never let gobr br saadat tahirbr br