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