Mister [hippo]'s so cool, he makes the earth stand still
And he tells us all where we should stand
So as not to get zapped, or see our underwear crapped
Should we attempt to shake his thunderous hand
Then something went wrong, when I doctored a song,
I got caught in a Van Der
Graaff flash
At a deadly pace it singed the brows off my face
And this is how the aftermath ran:
Halfbaked Fiction, by the [hippo] creature
Whose ideas' features,
Are some of the best, in this halfbak'd tome,
Pick up your jaw, off the floor
At [hippo]'s late night, double feature, Film Noir Home.
I knew his Silent Wind Chimes were right for the times,
His Kraftwerk Mobile brilliance shone through,
And I wanted a bed that would mess with my head
His Electromagnetic Mattress could work for you, too.
You will just sit and stare at his Blowout Tread Stairs,
I'll bet using them takes lots of skills
But when [hippo] collides, with Ferris Wheel rides,
You're gonna get some magical thrills, like the:
Halfbaked Fiction, by the [hippo] creature
Whose ideas' features,
Are some of the best, in this halfbak'd tome,
Pick up your jaw, off the floor
At [hippo]'s late night, double feature, Film Noir Home.
I wanna go, oh-oh, to [hippo]'s late night, double feature, Film Noir Home.
By [hippo], oh-oh, [hippo]'s late night, double feature, Film Noir Home.
In the kitchen, at [hippo]'s late night, double feature, Film Noir Home.