B’Wana-He No Home

Album cover art for "B’Wana-He No Home" by Michael Franks

Michael Franks - Pop, Lounge

B’Wana-He No Home

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Duration: 4:57

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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" 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" Say "B'wana - he no home" Say "B'wana - he no home" 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" Say "B'wana - he no home" Say "B'wana - he no home"

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  • Michael Franks