Zanzabar The Lonely Island

[Intro]
I was trotting along...
The desert was hot...
And I sang this song

[Verse 1]
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