Very many years ago, the Bolivians were starving so, They had rats as big as ponies there. They asked the Pope To declare them fish.
Chorus: We thank the Pope for granting us this wish. When Friday comes, we`ll all call rats fish. We catch them with a net, kill with the gun. We`ll call it all forgotten when we`re done.
They didn`t look like rats at all, but like some horrendous horse doll. Still they had to eat this thing. In gratitude, the Pope-they kissed his ring.
Chorus
We`ll call it all forgotten when we`re done.
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