A Tune in Honor of All Our Whiny Posers

With apologies to the late Johnny Otis (he died in Jan 2012), who wrote and performed  the original.

Mangina

I know a foole called Whacked-out Whittie
Ain’t had a chick since Bad Blood Betty
Now he whine and cry like Susie Q
He a walkin’ an’ taklin’ mangina, too

Mama, Mama, look at that man-ho
Whinin’ so much that his mangina get so’
Cryin’ to get a nickel an’ a dime
He actin’ like mangina all the time

Mangina, mangina, mangina
They all got sore mangina

“Doctor” an’ lawer an’ “Indian chief”
They ain’t nothin’ but some whiny queefs
Whacked-out Whittie give ’em all a treat
When he claim he gonna’ file a lawsuit neat

Mangina, mangina, mangina
They got sandy mangina

Whittie and lawer they hook up this spring
Put they heads together, get nothing
Dudes act crazy and it’s plain to see
Displayin’ mangina now for all to see

Mangina, mangina, mangina
They nuthin’ but mangina
Hey hey

 

For those who can’t place the tune, here’s the Johnny Otis original.  You’ll probably recognize the tune once you hear the first few bars from later covers by Eric Clapton or George Thorogood.

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