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Mop mop, a thousand years agoMop mop, a guy named Jungle JoeWas a drummer man in a Zulu bandThat made swing historyMop mop, one day the king said, "GateWhy Gate, you old reprobateI commission you, find a riff that's newOr 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 riffMop mop, from the tropic's heatMop mop, came this jungle beatThough Old Joe is gone, his Jive lives onAnd it still is making historyJoe's knees started knockin'So scared he was stiff'Til he noticed the tribe was rockin'As his knees beat out this mellow riffMop mop, from the tropic's heatMop mop, came this jungle beatThough Old Joe is gone, his Jive lives onAnd it still is making history From Letras Mania