Based on Switzerland 1976
Peter, Sue and Marc — Djambo Djambo
My housemates say the dates I bring home are weird
“Wields scythe”, “has fleas”, “half Dutch”… perhaps they’re right
This new one though gives me a different feeling
He’d never try to scythe us in the night
Djambo is a self-employed musician
Pianist? Not quite… he plays a box
I don’t just chase djambo genitalia
I think he’s sweet… I’m not sure if he talks?
Hey, hey, hey… Peter, Marc… I know Djambo
I’ve looked deep in his soul
He does more than fill hole
Hey, hey, hey… Djambo’s great… not some psycho
This one won’t sell all our doors to pay for drugs
He sleeps in just a sock and tends to sleepwalk
His tongue’s been places NASA couldn’t reach
By day, he goes outside and grinds his organ
Often he plays music in between
Sun has no effect on his complexion
He seems so kind, I doubt he’d steal our hair
Don’t know his age… he feels smooth, like a lamprey
He won’t leave his bear traps on the stairs
Hey, hey, hey… sceptic gays… so judgemental
Ever since that one dud
Did that thing in our mugs
Hey, hey, hey… seen that face? He’s so gentle
You don’t know Djambo like I do, learn to trust
Hey, hey, hey… not again… where’d the doors go?!
There’s a fox in the tub
Djambo stole all our stuff
Hey, hey, hey… sorry, friends… what an arsehole
I’m a fool, completely lacking sense in love
I should call his twin Djiganto
He’s the one