Wild Women Of Wongo

From the foggy woggy banks of the Limpopo river

There come the sounds of female ecstasy, I shiver

Wet and wanton their cries caress my swollen ears

With building fears of this forgotten land of years

Visions of furious fire-goddesses wielding blunt spits

Figments of erotic escapades with all branches of the 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?

Makin' me want more

Wild women!

Wongo

No man can say no

Wild women of Wongo

How does their song go?

Like this

On the dank, steaming shores of Wongo

It's black sand beaches so bongo

Patterned with leech ridden creatures

Bodies branded with cicatrix features

That once screeched through the heart of the Congo

Stacked and berserk, they tower and flail all about

Wailing sounds in tongues only ancient

Insects would understand or figure out

Wild, willing, wenches strutting and struggling as they yank hanks of hair

Rooting and rutting in heat as the earth heaves beneath their feet

Wongo

Wild women of Wongo

How does their song go?

Makin' me want more

Wild women!

Wongo

No man can say no

Wild women of Wongo

How does their song go?

Like this

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

The course of events, time after time

The tradition remains the same

A bloodcurdling scream, one of pure ecstasy, rings out

And then it came, the ultimate sacrifice

Their wasp waisted figures twitch and twine

Their sting is lethal and I know I'm in for mine

How can I resist this onslaught of love

From over, from under, from behind and above

I wish I could be their Wongo King, if only I knew the song to sing

Wongo

Wild women of Wongo

How does their song go?

Makin' me want more

Wild women!

Wongo

No man can say no

Wild women of Wongo

How does their song go?

Like this