Zanzabar Lyrics

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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 **** with that I'm a man without shame

Listen to the howls on the wind there's my name

ZANZABAR

Oh yes **** say it loud

I see the shape of **** in every passing cloud

In my weird state I thirst for bread

But settle for sketches of **** clouds instead

I hunger for water, ache for my wolf friends

I have jerked off to **** clouds at least 73 times now

**** clouds... ****...

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 **** cloud to ground me

Ah that's better

Whoops there's the wolf ****

I think that I'll rape my sidekick with my name ZANZABAR

Sidekick:

**** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****

Sidekick:

Wait you fool I stepped in some ****

ZanZabar:

Observe as I tickle the cactus's ****

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,

Mom:

Honey...

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!

Mom:

Hey...

Sidekick:

I'm sick of this song, really sick of this

Mom:

I'm telling your father we'll have to make some cutbacks

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