Mighty Joe Moon the fishermen croon   Will be resurrected and sing out of tune   And talkin' in tongues sharp as harpoons   The fishers and fishes sing Mighty Joe Moon      From the hour of midnight to the late afternoon   Drifting on Joywater Jazz pontoons   Once Mighty Joe was an oil tycoon   He fell victim like many to the national saloon      And he sank to the bottom low as Neptune   And the divers went down into the lagoon   But they ran out of air and they came up to soon   Their lungs full of water like water balloons      Mighty Joe held in his coral cocoon   Will be resurrected and sing out of tune   This is the story of Mighty Joe Moon