The Oemons - Mister King Kebabu Lyrics
A long time ago dating back for centuriesTravelling men from afar were searching for a place to beThe siblings, Mister and King were the fruits of the royal family (Kebab)They tagged along Ababu and formed their angry little posse calledMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuIs my homeOne day, an idea just came up something that would make some moneyThey would swim to the Philippines and sell their food that were spicyThey huddled to come up with a name something that would be so catchyThey thought the locals were that lameSo they named the place stereotypicallyMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuIs my homeThe only mystery for me something that I can't seeWhy the white stuff makes food so tasty How could this be?It could be mystic gypsy dust, a secret recipeIt could be love juice from the ***** of the Great KhaliMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuMister! King KebabuIs my home
