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 $%&^xx 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 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