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I am a slave under the clan of spicy food

My name is Mutanga and I cook all day long

I cook for my family, I cook for my enemies

But whatever I cook there's always one thing wrong

More garlic            My mom's moustache is bigger than my dad's

More garlic            You cannot use enough

Our country is covered with garlic clouds

Garlic gives us strength and a reason to live

Achmed Abdul ride the arabian bull

Garlic in my mouth the scent is in your nose

More garlic            All relatives live in the same house

More garlic            Eat garlic and be cool

More garlic            My mom's moustache is bigger than my dad's

More garlic            You cannot use enough