(T.C. Giraffe)
Up in the air now, what do I see? A little brown monkey flyin’ by so free!
Cruisin’ along on a yellow balloon—swingin’ and a-grinnin’ and a-singin’ this tune:

"Wacka-wacka do, say helium balloon! Helium balloon, say wacka-wacka do!"

I used to think an intelligent guy—would not see monkeys flyin’ in the sky.
Now I’m thinkin’ like a happy giraffe—Herbert and Mister Monkey makin’ me laugh!

It’s good to have a best friend, yessiree—and even better when best friends are three.
And never ever best friends more than we—Herbert the Hippo, Mister Monkey and Me!

(Herbert the Hippo)
Lyin’ in the mud, jus’ squishin’ my toes—dreamin’ of the river where the green grass grows.
T.C. Giraffe comes wanderin’ by, “Say, meet Mister Monkey. He can actually fly!”

If I yawn on a downtown stroll—my friends won’t giggle, and their eyes don’t roll!
For never ever best friends more than we—T.C. Giraffe, Mister Monkey and Me!

(T.C.)
Give me the savanna with the farthest view!
(Herbert)
I like floating where the river’s blue!
(Mr. Monkey)
And I’m happy swinging through the jungle trees!
(All)
Though we do everything differently—
— Never best friends better than we!

(Mister Monkey)
Naturally, you ask how a monkey can fly. Holding to a helium balloon is why!
I may smell like I live in a zoo—but I’m good lookin’, and I’m talented too!
Wacka-wacka do, say helium balloon! Helium balloon, say wacka-wacka do!

We walk right by them, but adults don’t see—while all of the children shout with glee—
Never ever best friends more than —
— T.C. Giraffe, Herbert the Hippo, Mister Monkey and Me!

© 2004 Scott Hooper
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