Wild Women of Wongo The Tubes

And so on and on the lores of Wongo go
Throughout the sands of time
Singing their song of love, so rare
To only the chosen ones who dare

From the foggy woggy banks
Of the Limpopo River
There come the sounds of
Female ecstasy (I shiver)
Wet and wanton, their cries
Caress by swollen ears, with building
Fears, of this forsaken land of years
Visions of furious fire-goddesses wielding
Blunt spits; figments of erotic escapades
With all branches of armed forces
Surrounding, abounding
They stoop to conquer with sighs and
Anxious whispers in a slow, steady rhythm

Wongo
Wild Women of Wongo
How does their song go?
Make a me wan mo, (Wild Women!)
Wongo
No man can say no
Wild Women of Wongo
How does their song go?
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