Zanzabar Letra

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 bitch, say it loud.
I see the shape of a 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 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 pass 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 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.
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!"