B'wana - He No Home Lyrics - The Michael Franks Anthology: The Art Of Love - Michael Franks

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. " 

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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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