I was trotting along...
The desert was hot...
And I sang this song
Yo, I'm rugged
My camel's got the three-wheeled motion
Every word I say you want to 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, whacky 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 b**h, say it loud
I see the shape of a vagina in every pa**ing 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 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. Woops, there's the wolf pack
I think that I'll rape my sidekick with my name
ZANZABAR
God damn 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 pa** the ketchup?"
That's about it on the conversation front
What could he be thinking as he sits on his hump?
I bet he just hates the rice meatloaf I made
And seems less than impressed with the souflees I souflee
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."
"Woooooh, Zanzabar feels funny
I'm floating 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 tiny 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! Aw I stepped in some sh**."
"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
Aw, it must be here somewhere... in the trash...
AW! Who took out the trash?
MOM! I told you not to come in here, this is my room!
It's my room, my space!"
"Hey I pay the bills!"
"Read the sign on the door! Aw geeeez..."
"Where's your friend Zanzabar?"
"Gone, what do you care?"
"Well he was such a sweet boy!"
"Always marching in here, trying to tell me what to do!
I'm sick of this, so freaking sick of this!"