Lyrics Michael Franks – B’wana – He No Home

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 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»