Zanzabar

by The Lonely Island http://www.thelonelyisland.com/ 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 soufflé I souffléed 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!