Verse 1
In the seventeenth century
A missionary sailed the Caribbean Sea
Came upon an island with big palm trees
Stopped to preach the gospel to the aborigines
Verse 2
The natives met him at the quiet lagoon
They threw a big feast under the tropical moon
When the missionary put on his priestly attire
The natives started dancing around the big bon fire
Chorus
And while the missionary continued to preach
The natives had a real good time
He wrote back home it was a tribal revival
It was only a conga line
Oh, it was a conga line, a conga line
Everyone was doing the conga line
He wrote back home it was a tribal revival
It was only a conga line
Verse 3
All night long, they beat on the drum
They danced and sang in the island tongue
Hands on hips, they went 'round and 'round
Weaving through the camp like a snake on the ground
Chorus
And while the missionary continued to preach
The natives had a real good time
He wrote back home it was a tribal revival
It was only a conga line
Oh, it was a conga line, a conga line
Everyone was doing the conga line
He wrote back home it was a tribal revival
It was only a conga line
Instrumental
Verse 4
Now you?ve learned a bit of history
Let's jump to the twenty-first century
Tribal Revival, it's alive!
Every time we do the conga line
2nd Chorus
Oh, the conga line, the conga line
Everyone was doing the conga line
He wrote back home it was a tribal revival
It was only a conga line
Oh, it was a conga line, a conga line
Everyone was doing the conga line
He wrote back home it was a tribal revival
It was only a conga line
It's the survival of Tribal Revival
When we do the conga line