I've been to BombayI've seen what a man can doHe climbs up a straight rope right up to the clear full-moonAnd "boom", he is goneYeah, heaven is not that farAnd limbs from a body are falling down on the groundGee! It must be hard to doYes, it is true, yes, it is trueI think the limbs belonged to an orang-outang, orang-outang,orang-outangI've been to BombayI've seen what a man can doHe climbs up a straight ropeA monkey is with him tooAnd "boom", he's gone to heavenHe's mighty daring mighty, right he must be some kind'a guruHe's out of orbit, out of orb...It seems as if the rope was held by one of the Gods, one of the GodsSo tight! Not like elephant's trunks: They wobbley-wob, wobbly-wob,wobbly-wobI've been to BombayI've been to BombayIn my youthMy wild youthI've been to BombayI've been to BombayIn my youthDadaeeaoo!And "boom", he's gone to heavenHe's mighty daring, mighty, right he must be some kind'a guruHe's out of orbit, out of orbitThe crowd went hurly-burlyHe never came down, never came downHe must have gone to heaven and out of orbit, out of orbitNo, I would never lie to youYes, it's true, yes, it is true