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
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
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
We'll call it all forgotten when we're done
