Aah, look at all the teeny Pygmies
Aah, look at all the weeny Pygmies

Here’s a wee Pygmy
Lives off the land; bow in hand; says it’s bland if it’s canned
Life is so grand

Hunts in the Congo
Monkey, he’ll eat: loves their meat; nice an’ sweet: hard to beat
Even the feet!

Such a titchy Pygmy…at most, he’s four foot one
Such a titchy Pygmy…his taste in food is wrong

He eat da whitey
He think they nice; so he dice or he slice; then he spice
Eats ‘em with rice

Life can be boring
No Dollar stores, or Thai whores, or Star Wars, or that Jaws
No Santa Claus

Such a dinky Pygmy…at most, he’s four foot one
Such a dinky Pygmy…jus’ like his short-arse mum

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Aah, look at all the teeny Pygmies
Aah, look at all the weeny Pygmies

One day the men come
Corporate brand: evil planned; underhand: rape the land
Pygmies now banned

Now comes a frenzy
Trees are now logs; dead are frogs an’ them hogs an’ them dogs
Camps are now bogs

All the tiny Pygmies…their ways of life soon gone
All the whiney Pygmies…jus’ wish they’d move along