Michael Franks — B'wana-He No Home lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "B'wana-He No Home" by Michael Franks.

Lyrics

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. »