Hot...and...hungry!
How do we escape?
Hot...and...hungry!
I need a nice canapé!
The ladies of the sky are needed!
The ladies of the sky, we're pleadin'!
Come and soar, like never before,
Beware the manticore!
(Spoken) The animals are dead,
No more needs be said.
(Sung) But, now you collect all the gold.
The truth must be told!
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