That's right. Take Pumbaa here
Why, when he was a young warthog...
When I was a young wart hog
He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal
He could clear the savannah after every meal
I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned
And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind
And oh, the shameHe was ashamed
Thought of changin' my nameWhat's in a name?
And I got downheartedHow did ya feel?
Everytime that I...
Hey! Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids!
Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze