Frank Zappa - Bwana Dik

And if his dick is a monster If his dick is a monster If his dick is a monster They will give him their hearts

Howard: Hold it! Please hold it! My God, Madge… you voluptuous New York City slit… Why didn’t you tell me before? It was so hard to tell with your little blousey-poo on, but… Now that I see you… I would have helped… I didn’t know you were so obviously… PREGNANT!

I’ve got the thing you need I am endowed beyound your wildest Clearasil-spattered fantasies, Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-ohhh!

Girls from all over the world Love to write my name on the toilet walls At the Whisky-A-Go-Go For I am Bwana Dik! I am Bwana Dik! Me Bwana Dik! Me Bwana Dik!

My dick is a monster Give me your heart (Bwana Dik is a legend Enormous thou art)’ My dick is a Harley You kick it to start (When Bwana Dik speaks The heavens will part)

My dick is a dagger I’ll force it to fit My dick is a reamer, baby To scream up your slit

Steam it! Ream it! Cream it!