I want a hippopotamus for Christmas Only a hippopotamus will do No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses I only like hippopotamuses -- And hippopotamuses like me too
Donnie: My parents didn't get me what I wanted for Christmas. Dr. Thurman: What did you want? Donnie:Hungry Hungry Hippos. Dr. Thurman: And how did you feel, being denied these hungry, hungry hippos? Donnie: Regret.
The classic. Some editions go by the less ravenous name, "Hungry Hippos". In Spain (?) it takes the name Tragabolas, which translates to "Swallows balls".
Edit: There are so many 3H spin-offs that I created a geeklist just for them: The Hungry Hungry Family.
The I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas song is one of my kid's favourites - even the two year old knows all the words and will sing it at the drop of a hat.
Imagine their surprise on Christmas morning when I push one through the front door though!
"the understandably frightening and chimeric semicolon" -- HiveGod
The Hippopotamus Song by Michael Flanders and Donald Swann
A bold hippopotamus was standing one day On the banks of the cool Shalimar He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay By the light of the evening star Away on the hilltop sat combing her hair His fair hippopotami maid The hippopotamus was no ignoramus And sang her this sweet serenade
Chorus: Mud, mud, glorious mud Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood So follow me follow, down to the hollow And there let us wallow in glorious mud
The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice From her seat on that hilltop above As she hadn't got a ma to give her advice Came tiptoeing down to her love Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound Of the song that they sang when they met His inamorata adjusted her garter And lifted her voice in duet
(Chorus)
Now more hippopotami began to convene On the banks of that river so wide I wonder now what am I to say of the scene That ensued by the Shalimar side They dived all at once with an ear-splitting sposh Then rose to the surface again A regular army of hippopotami All singing this haunting refrain
(Chorus)
(Extra verse) The amorous hippopotamus whose love song we know Is now married and father of ten, He murmurs, "God rot 'em!" as he watches them grow, And he longs to be single again! He'll gambol no more on the banks of the Nile, Which Nasser is flooding next spring, Ten hippopotamas in silken pyjamas No more will he teach them to sing...
(Chorus)
"Some people say this type of song is irrelevant. But it's not irrelevant... it's a hippopotamus." -- Michael Flanders
Posted Tue Nov 18, 2008 1:16 am
Allanton
Berwickshire
Imagine their surprise on Christmas morning when I push one through the front door though!
West Jordan
UT
San Jose
California
by Michael Flanders and Donald Swann
A bold hippopotamus was standing one day
On the banks of the cool Shalimar
He gazed at the bottom as it peacefully lay
By the light of the evening star
Away on the hilltop sat combing her hair
His fair hippopotami maid
The hippopotamus was no ignoramus
And sang her this sweet serenade
Chorus:
Mud, mud, glorious mud
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
And there let us wallow in glorious mud
The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice
From her seat on that hilltop above
As she hadn't got a ma to give her advice
Came tiptoeing down to her love
Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound
Of the song that they sang when they met
His inamorata adjusted her garter
And lifted her voice in duet
(Chorus)
Now more hippopotami began to convene
On the banks of that river so wide
I wonder now what am I to say of the scene
That ensued by the Shalimar side
They dived all at once with an ear-splitting sposh
Then rose to the surface again
A regular army of hippopotami
All singing this haunting refrain
(Chorus)
(Extra verse)
The amorous hippopotamus whose love song we know
Is now married and father of ten,
He murmurs, "God rot 'em!" as he watches them grow,
And he longs to be single again!
He'll gambol no more on the banks of the Nile,
Which Nasser is flooding next spring,
Ten hippopotamas in silken pyjamas
No more will he teach them to sing...
(Chorus)
"Some people say this type of song is irrelevant. But it's not irrelevant... it's a hippopotamus."
-- Michael Flanders
Minnesota
London
London
Hippotamuses would scare me to, if I was a wolf. We're not tallking rabbits here...