My leader fell into a pothole
In a glacier while climbing an Alp
He's still there after 50 long winters
And all you can see is his scalp

Bring back, bring back
O bring back my leader to me, to me
Bring back, bring back
O bring back my leader to me, to me

My leader was proud of his whiskers
To shave them would give him the blues
They hung all the way to his ankles
And he used them for shining his shoes

My leader had faith in a sailboat
He had built from an old hollow tree
My leader set sail for Australia
Now my leader lies under the sea

My leader made friends with hyenas
He gave them a ride on his raft
When a crocodile reached up and grabbed him
The hyenas just sat there and laughed

My leader annoyed his dear parents
They tossed him right out of the bus
And if we don't mend our behavior
Why that's what will happen to us