Zanzabar Lyrics

I was trotting along
The desert was hot
And I sang this song

Yo I'm rugged
My camel's got the three wheel motion
Every word I say you wanna put into your quotient
Zanzabar, raised by the wolves
Oxford education as phrased by the wolves
My khaki shirt's tucked into my tight khaki pants
I drink too much and do my white wacky dance
To hell with that, I'm a man without shame
Listen to the howls on the wind, there's my name: Zanzabar
Hell yes bitch, say it loud
I see the shape of vagina in every passing cloud
And in my weary state, I thirst for bread
Could settle for my sketches of vagina clouds instead
I hunger for water, ache for my wolf friends
I have jerked off to vagina clouds at least seventy-three times now
Vagina clouds
Vagina
They look so pretty
I wonder if people suspect that I'm a wolf
As opposed to a manly adventurer
Man it's hot, sun all around me
I'd better focus on a vagina cloud to ground me
Ah, that's better
Whoops, there's the wolf cock
I think that I'll rape my sidekick with my name: Zanzabar

Goddamn is it hot
What's the deal?
It seems we haven't been talking for hours
The sun is so hot I've been eating sand mixed with flour
Zanzabar
He calls them sand pops
I call them disgusting, he likes them a lot, he says:
They're tastier hot, better strike that match up
I say maybe you're right. Could you pass the ketchup?
And that's about it, on the conversation front
What could he be thinking as he sits on his hump?
(Zanzabar)
I bet he just hates the rice pilaf I made
And seems less than impressed with the soufflй I soufflйed
In fact he's never impressed with anything that I cook
He just points to the sky, turns to me, and says look
That vagina cloud there, I think it winked at me!
I say that's great Double-Z, I only saw a bunny
And that one there, sort of looks like a gun
A vagina gun?
No, a regular one
Like this one here, that I'm pointing at you
Filled with poisonous darts that stick to you like glue
See I'm sick of your crap, and your vagina rap
So I leave you to die, as your spinal gets tapped
Slowly losing your mind and start hallucinating
So you can watch your clouds and keep masturbating

Whoa, Zanzabar feels funny
I'm floatin up to the clouds and everything looks runny
Z, come back, I feel terrible!
But the heat and the verbal abuse was unbearable!
Worry not toady sidekick, I don't hate ya
Though I wish I had time to come down there and rape ya
You don't mean that I'm sure, it's the poison that's talking
With my new wings I prefer flying to walking
You're just flapping your arms in the sand
Your delusions of grandeur are certainly grand
Now if you don't mind I'll be flying to China
Oh look! There's a cactus that's shaped like a vagina
Wait you fool, ah I stepped in some shit
Observe as I tickle the cactus's clit
I just bought these shoes, holy crap I am mad
Now I'll have to return them, and I lost the receipt
Ah, it must be here somewhere, in the trash
Ah, who took out the trash?
Mom, I told you not to come in here, this is my room!
Honey...
It's my room, my space!
Hey, I pay the bills!
Don't you see the sign on the door? I got it from Chuck E Cheese!
Where's your friend Zanzabar?
Gone, what do you care?
Well he was such a nice friend
You're always barging in here, and trying to tell me what to do!
Hey
I'm sick of this, so freaking sick of this!
Hey, since your father left we've had to make some cutbacks
Hey!

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