Little Leonardo, sitting on his stoop,
tapping on his bongo.
Bongo, bongo, bon bongo, bongo.
“Can I join?” asks Jules from next door.
She emptied a bottle, added some sand
Giving it a shake, she had a maraca in her hand.
So they played:
Shhhka, shhhka, shhhka, shhhka bongo, bongo.
From upstairs, the duo heard a shout.
“Turn off the TV and take this stinky trash out!”
Tony started stomping, carrying the trash:
Thunk! Slam! Stomp, stomp, CRASH.
“What a sound, Tony, join our band!
We’re in need of some cymbals man.”
And so they played:
Shhhka, shhhka, bongo, shhhka bongo, CRASH.
They got into a groove and Tony busted some moves,
BEEEEEP BONG BEEEEEEP BONG
BONG BONG BONG BONG
Mr. Hendrick’s car started to blare.
Tony screamed “Our music is ruined! This simply will not do”
Leonardo sat quietly and looked down at his shoe.
But Jules had an idea, and started to sway,
As if these sounds would sweep her away.
BRRRRRAAAAAAAP shhhka, shhhka, shhhka
BEEEEEP BONG stomp stomp CRASH
WHOOOOOOOP WHOOOOOOOP stomp shhhka stomp
BONG BONG BONGo Bongo Bongo.
The band stayed out and played all day,
Filling in music and rocking away!
There was a bang, a bong, a clack and a clang,
And if you’ll believe it, Leonardo even sang.
So, next time you hear a car go
BRRRAAAP BEEEP BEEEEP WHOOOOP WHOOOOP BONG
Listen closely for the trio’s song:
shhhka shhhka bongo bongo CRASH