Possible lyrics of the song:
Norway, February 1941. Since the retreat from Narvik in June last year, Bee, bee, bumble bee, Stung a man upon his knee. ("In the snout, point him out./And bit mother's snout,/He had a brave beaver with a fine snout,"?) ("I de-clare that you're out,/I say you are out"?) Hink, sink, the puddings stink (the devil winks), The fat begins to fry, Nobody at home but jumping Joan, Father, mother, and I. Stick, stock, stone, dead, Blind man can't see. Every knave will have a stave. You and I must be he.
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morback
1711 days ago