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