Feast of the Mau Mau Lyrics
| Song | Feast of the Mau Mau |
| Artist | Screamin' Jay Hawkins |
| Album | Real Live |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hawkins | |
| 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? |
| zuo ci : Hawkins | |
| 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 motherinlaw | |
| 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?" | |
| higherpitched 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 | |
| Thatwhat 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? |
| zuò cí : Hawkins | |
| 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 motherinlaw | |
| 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?" | |
| higherpitched 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 | |
| Thatwhat 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? |
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