Bongo Bong

Manu Chao

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| | | | | | | | | Mama was queen of the mambo, Papa was king of the Congo Deep down in a jungle I started banging my first bongo Every monkey like to be, in my place instead of me 'Cause I'm the king of Bongo, baby, I'm the king of Bongo Bong I went to the big town where there is a lot of sound From the jungle to the city looking for a bigger crown So I play my Boogie for the people of big city But they don't go crazy when I'm banging all my boogie I'm the (King of the Bongo, King of the Bongo Bong) Hear me when I come, baby (King of the Bongo, King of the Bongo Bong) Nobody likes to be in my place instead of me 'Cause nobody go crazy when I'm banging on my boogie I'm a king without a crown, hanging loose in a big town But I'm the king of Bongo, baby, I'm the king of Bongo Bong (King of the Bongo, King of the Bongo Bong) Hear me when I come, baby (King of the Bongo, King of the Bongo Bong) Hear me when I come They said that I'm a clown making too much dirty sound They said there is no place for little monkey in this town Nobody liked to be in my place instead of me 'Cause nobody go crazy when I'm banging on my boogie I'm the (King of the Bongo, King of the Bongo Bong) Hear me when I come, baby (King of the Bongo, King of the Bongo Bong) Hear me when I come Banging on my bongo all that swing belongs to me I'm so happy there's nobody in my place instead of me I'm a king without a crown, hanging loose in a big town I'm the king of Bongo, baby, I'm the king of Bongo Bong (King of the Bongo, King of the Bongo Bong) Hear me when I come, baby (King of the Bongo, King of the Bongo Bong) Hear me when I come Mama was queen of the mambo, Papa was king of the Congo Deep down in a jungle I started banging my first bongo Every monkey like to be, in my place instead of me 'Cause I'm the king of Bongo, baby, I'm the king of Bongo Bong | | | | Hear me when I come Hear me when I come, baby (King of the Bongo, King of the Bongo Bong) Hear me when I come

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La chanson évoque l'histoire d'un jeune homme qui se sent comme un roi, émergent d'une jungle pour s'installer dans une grande ville. Malgré ses efforts pour jouer de la musique et faire danser les gens, il se rend compte que son style unique ne trouve pas toujours l'écho qu'il espérait. Il parle de sa fierté et son originalité, même s'il se sent un peu à l'écart, avec une métaphore de monarque sans couronne qui navigue à travers la vie urbaine, côtoyant des jugements et des comparaisons. Le contraste entre ses racines dans la jungle et sa quête de reconnaissance dans la ville souligne une recherche d'identité et d'appartenance. La chanson porte un message de résilience et d'affirmation de soi, montrant que même sans distinction formelle, il se considère comme le roi de son monde.

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