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
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 [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,
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 to tell me what to do!
Sidekick: I'm sick of this song, really sick of this
Mom: I'm telling your father we'll have to make some cutbacks