[unintelligible grunts]
Cut the fat off the back of a baboon
Boil it down to a pound, get a spoon
Scoop the eyes from a fly flying backwards
Take the jaws and the paws off a 'coon
Take your time, ain't life for good cookin'
Cause the rest of this mess ain't good lookin'
Take the fleas from the knees of a demon
Tell your pals and gals and come screamin'
To the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus
They make wine from the spine of their bulldog
It's a test for the best for who stays
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus
Brush your teeth with a piece of a goose toenail
After death steal a breath from a drunk in jail
Pull the skin off your friend with a razor blade
And tonight change tomorrow bring back yesterday
Shake your hip, bite your lip, shoot your mother-in-law
Put on your gorilla suit, drink some elbow soup and have a ball
Get it straight, don't be late, it's time for mad fun
Feast of the Mau Maus has begun
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus
They make wine from the spine of their bulldogs
It's a test for the best for who stays
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus
At the feast with the beast of the Mau Maus
"How they talk, man?"
They go like this:
[unintelligible grunts]
"And how do the women talk?"
[higher-pitched unintelligble grunts]
"What you want when you wanta tell 'em you want some more to eat, man?"
Well how 'bout gimme some more of that meat there
And pass me some of the inside of that thigh
And spread some spread on it, you know, in between the toes, yeah, sock it to me there, ooh
Sure tastes good, man
Gimme some more of that inside soul, yeah
That--what you mean you ain't got no more soul?
Keep on eating, yeah
Feast of the Mau Mau
They make wine from the spine of their bulldogs
They stick their thumb in their eyeballs
And make heathen olives
Yeah, that's what's happenin'
Reach into his chest and pull out his ribs, man
Let me bite on that cat's bone
Sock it to me one time
Evil, brother
EVIIIL!
Inside thigh, please
Can I have a fried ear?
