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letra de zanzabar - the lonely island

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 h-ll with that i’m a man without shame
listen to the howls on the wind there’s my name
zanzabar

oh yes b-tch say it loud
i see the shape of v-g-n- in every p-ssing cloud

in my weird state i thirst for bread
but settle for sketches of v-g-n- clouds instead

i hunger for water, ache for my wolf friends
i have jerked off to v-g-n- clouds at least 73 times now
v-g-n- clouds… v-g-n-…
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 v-g-n- cloud to ground me

ah that’s better
whoops there’s the wolf c-ck
i think that i’ll rape my sidekick with my name zanzabar

sidekick:
godd-mn 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 p-ss 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 v-g-n- 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 v-g-n- 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 cr-p
and your v-g-n- 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 v-g-n-

sidekick:
wait you fool i stepped in some sh-t

zanzabar:
observe as i tickle the cactus’s cl-t

sidekick:
i just bought these shoes
holy cr-p 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 sp-ce

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

- the lonely island

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