B'wana - He No Home Songtext
von 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. "

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. "