Letra de Wild Women Of Wongo

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?
Like this...
On the dank, steaming shores of Wongo;
Its 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
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; 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?
Make a me wan mo, (Wild Women!)
Wongo
No man can say no
Wild Women of Wongo
How does their song go?
Like this...