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The ballad of klimpaloon by the brothers LeRoi.
Gil (thrusting his crotch at Ben): Oh,
Ben (thrusting his crotch at Gil): oh,
Both (thrusting their crotches at each other): oh
Gil: He stands in winter,
Ben: he's striped and frozen
Both: He is completely out of style
Gil: He got no hands,
Ben: he got no feet
Gil: All mouth and teeth,
Ben: but he don't smile
Both: He's the magical old-timey bathing suit
That lives in the Himalayas
They call him Klimpaloon
Ben: Klimpaloon
Gil: All the sherpas think that he's just a fool
Ben: Are you on a quest for a swimming pool?
Tell me, Klimpaloon
Gil: Klimpaloon
Both: Lives in the mountains
Gil: Oh
Both: the frozen mountains
Ben: Oh
Both: A land unfriendly and unmapped
Gil: He's so short-sleevey
Both: Oh
Ben: more knit than weavy
Both: Oh
Gil: His lips are really, really chapped
Ben: He's made out of wool,
Gil: he's itchy to wear
Ben: He's got broad stripes and savoir-faire
Gil: He's out of place almost everywhere
Both: Since 1883
Gil: He's a costume out of time
Ben: Both ridiculous and sublime
Gil: Seems innocuous, but I'm
Afraid he's scarin' me
Both: He's the magical old-timey bathing suit
That lives in the Himalayas
They call him Klimpaloon
Ben: Klimpaloon
Both: If you're between Tibet and Nepal
And you're quiet, you can hear the call
Of Klimpaloon
Gil: Klimpaloon
Ben (grinning at Mal): Nang-nang-nang-nang-nang-nang-nang-nang-nang!
Both: He stands in winter!
