Oemons Mister King Kebabu
A long time ago dating back for centuries
Travelling men from afar were searching for a place to be
The siblings, Mister and King were the fruits of the royal family (Kebab)
They tagged along Ababu and formed their angry little posse called
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Is my home
One day, an idea just came up something that would make some money
They would swim to the Philippines and sell their food that were spicy
They huddled to come up with a name something that would be so catchy
They thought the locals were that lame
So they named the place stereotypically
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Is my home
The only mystery for me something that I can't see
Why the white stuff makes food so tasty How could this be?
It could be mystic gypsy dust, a secret recipe
It could be love juice from the cock of the Great Khali
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Mister! King Kebabu
Is my home
