Tubes - Wild Women of Wongo lyrics

And so on and on the lores of Wongo go Throughout the sands of time Singing their song of love, so rare To only the chosen ones who dare From the foggy woggy banks Of the Limpopo River There come the sounds of Female ecstasy (I shiver) Wet and wanton, their cries Caress by swollen ears, with building Fears, of this forsaken land of years Visions of furious fire-goddesses wielding Blunt spits; figments of erotic escapades With all branches of armed forces Surrounding, abounding They stoop to conquer with sighs and Anxious whispers in a slow, steady rhythm Wongo Wild Women of Wongo How does their song go? Make a me wan mo, (Wild Women!) Wongo No man can say no Wild Women of Wongo How does their song go? Like this... On the dank, steaming shores of Wongo; Its black sand beaches so bongo Patterned with leech-ridden creatures; Bodies branded with cicatrix features That once screeched through the Heart of the Congo Stacked and berserk They tower and flail all about Wailing sounds in tongues only ancient Insects would understand or figure out Wild, willing, wenches; strutting and Struggling, as they yank hanks of hair Rooting and rutting in heat As the earth heaves beneath their feet And so on and on the lores of Wongo go Throughout the sands of time Singing their song of love, so rare To only the chosen ones who dare The course of events, time after time The tradition remains the same A bloodcurdling scream, one of pure Ecstasy, rings out; then it came --- The ultimate sacrifice Their wasp waisted figures twitch and twine Their sting is lethal, and I know I'm in for mine How can I resist this onslaught of love; From over, from under, from behind and above I wish I could be their Wongo King --- If only I knew the song to sing Wongo Wild Women of Wongo How does their song go? Make a me wan mo, (Wild Women!) Wongo No man can say no Wild Women of Wongo How does their song go? Like this...