Mini School Transposer
Hippopotamus Song
Michael Flanders Donald Swann
Song : E
Intro :
G Am C D7
G Am D7
A bold hippopotamus was standing one day
Em A7 D7
On the banks of the cool Shalimar.
G Am B7
He gazed at the bottomas he peacefully lay
Em A7 D7
By the light of the evening star.
Dm E7 Dm E7
Away on the hilltop sat combing her hair
Dm E7 Am D
His fair hippopotami maid
Em D Em D
The Hippopotamus was no ignoramus
Am A7 D7
And sang her this sweet serenade.
Chorus :
G Am D7
Mud, mud, glorious mud.
Em A7 D7
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
G Am
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
C G D7 G
And there let us wallow in glorious mud.
Am C D7
G Am D7
The fair hippopotama he aimed to entice
Em A7 D7
From her seat on that hilltop above
G Am B7
As she hadn't got a ma to give her advice
Em A7 D7
Came tiptoeing down to her love.
Dm E7 Dm E7
Like thunder the forest re-echoed the sound
Dm E7 Am D
Of the song that they sang when they met
Em D Em D
His inamorata adjusted her garter
Am A7 D7
And lifted her voice in duet.
G Am D7
Mud, mud, glorious mud.
Em A7 D7
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
G Am
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
C G D7 G
And there let us wallow in glorious mud.
Am C D7
G Am D7
Now more hippopotami began to convene
Em A7 D7
On the banks of that river so wide
G Am B7
I wonder now what am I to say of the scene
Em A7 D7
That ensued by the Shalimar side.
Dm E7 Dm E7
They dived all at once with an ear-splitting sposh
Dm E7 Am D
Then rose to the surface again
Em D Em D
A regular army of hippopotami
Am A7 D7
All singing this haunting refrain.
G Am D7
Mud, mud, glorious mud.
Em A7 D7
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
G Am
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
C G D7 G
And there let us wallow in glorious mud.
Am C D7
G Am D7
The amorous hippopotamus whose love song we know
Em A7 D7
Is now married and father of ten,
G Am B7
He murmurs, "God rot 'em!" as he watches them grow,
Em A7 D7
And he longs to be single again!
Dm E7 Dm E7
He'll gambol no more on the banks of the Nile,
Dm E7 Am D
Which Naser is flooding next Spring,
Em D Em D
With hippopotamas in silken pyjamas
Am A7 D7
No more will he teach them to sing...
G Am D7
Mud, mud, glorious mud.
Em A7 D7
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
G Am
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
C G D7
And there let us wallow in glorious....
G Am D7
Mud, mud, glorious mud.
Em A7 D7
Nothing quite like it for cooling the blood.
G Am
So follow me follow, down to the hollow
C G
And there let us wallow in
D7 G D7 G
glor-or-or-or-i-ous mud.
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