michael franks - b'wana-he no home lyrics
don’t you ever invite your boyfriend here-
i like to be here alone.
just answer the door and feed the deer,
and fight the telephone.
got to learn these words and i know you will
or i’ll send you right back to guayaquil
say ” b’wana – he no home.”
say ” b’wana – he no home. ”
got to peel your eyes for the heat, my dear.
you got to froth and foam.
got to send away the mad puppeteer
who seems to think this is home.
i want you to speak the english right.
i want you to smile and be polite.
say ” b’wana – he no home.”
say ” b’wana – he no home. ”
i don’t care if you drive my 220, honey…
don’t let ’em steal my chrome.
i don’t care if you spend all my money, honey…
long as you leave me alone.
i just want you to try to remember one thing:
if somebody knocks or the telephone rings
say ” b’wana – he no home. ”
say ” b’wana – he no home. “
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