Текст песни ZanZabar

I was trotting along

The desert was hot

[Wolf howls]

And I sang this song:

Yo, I'm rugged

My camel's got the three-wheel motion

Every word I say you want to put it to your quotient

Zanzabar!

Raised by the wolves

Oxford education as phrased by the wolves

My khaki shirt 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

Oh yes bitch say it loud

I see the shape of vagina in every passing cloud

In my weird state I thirst for bread

But settle for sketches of vagina clouds instead

I hunger for water, ache for my wolf friends

I have jerked off to vagina clouds at least 73 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

Sidekick:

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 flowers

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 said "maybe you're right

Could you pass the ketchup?"

And that's about it on the conversation front

What he could he be thinking as he sits on his hump

I bet he just hates

The rice pilaf I made

And seems less than impressed

With the souffle I souffleed

In fact he's never impressed with anything 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 just saw a bunny

And that one there kind of looks like a gun

ZanZabar:

A vagina gun?

Sidekick:

No a regular one

Like this one here that I'm pointing at you

Filled with poisonous darts that stick to you like glue

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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

[Snuffling sounds]

ZanZabar:

Whoa...

Zanzabar feels funny

I'm floating up to the clouds and everything looks runny

Sidekick:

Z. come back, I feel terrible

But the heat and the verbal abuse was unbearable

ZanZabar:

Worry not, toady sidekick, I don't hate ya,

Though I wish I had time to come down there and rape ya

Sidekick:

You don't mean that I'm sure that's the poison that's talking

ZanZabar:

With my new wings I prefer flying to walking

Sidekick:

You're just flapping your arms in the sand!

ZanZabar:

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

Sidekick:

Wait you fool I stepped in some shit

ZanZabar:

Observe as I tickle the cactus's clit

Sidekick:

I just bought these shoes

Holy crap I am mad

Now I'll have to return them

I've lost the receipt

It must be here somewhere... in the trash

Aw, who took out the trash?

Mom, I told you not to come in here

It's my room,

Mom:

Honey...

Sidekick:

It's my, my space

Mom:

But I pay the bills

Sidekick:

Don't you see the side of the door I've got to cut keys

Mom:

Where's your friend Zanzabar?

Sidekick:

Mom, what do you care?

Mom:

Well, he was supposed to come over...

Sidekick:

You're always spying in here and trying tell me what to do!

Mom:

Hey...

Sidekick:

I'm sick of this song, really sick of this

Mom:

I'm telling your father we'll have to make some cutbacks