Baby hippos go to sleep.

Baby hippos go to sleep.

Baby hippos go to sleep.

If they don't, they go to bed anyway.

If they don't, they go to bed anyway.

And if they sleep, perhaps they'll dream

of destroying human habitations.

They know where we live.

They know where we sleep.

And they want to see us dead.

Hey, hippo, baby hippo,

may your dreams come true.

Hey, hippo, baby hippo,

I love you.