Feast Of The Mau - Mau - Screamin' Jay 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:

«And how do the women talk?»

«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?