| I come from the jungle
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| From Popocatepetl
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| Chief of the clan
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| Hippopotamomae
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| But when the filthy great volcano
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| Wiped out my fellow hippos
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| I was the only individual to survive
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| Hip-hip-hip Hippopotamomus
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| Pop-pop-pop Popocatepetl
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| We rolled in mud
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| Deep in the bed of the river
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| Were monster fat
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| And loved only disgusting things
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| We rummaged about for truffles
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| Then shat them out in the forest
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| By the fabulous tombs of Aztec kings
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| One day as I lay humping under Popocatepetl
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| The volcano started pumping down hot liquid metal
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| A flood of steaming lava erupted like Pompeii
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| And stuck me forever to the hippo I was fucking that day
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| Then a team of boring scientists shoved us in a crate
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| Packed it up with straw and then conveyed me and my mate
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| To the Museum of Natural History, where between two stuffed camels
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| They stuck us in this case labelled 'Copulating Artiodactyl Mammals'
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| So press your nose against the glass of the case of the Hippopotamomus
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| Lithe, wriggling schoolgirl, blowing kisses, making eyes
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| So blithely unaware, as you snigger at my lust
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| You’ll be in this position by and by |