Copenhagen is falling, hurrah, hurrah
Copenhagen is falling, hurrah
And all of the people
Went up in the steeple
To spit on the people below
(in German accent): Ahhhh, vimen Ah-men Ahh-tiller, August, September, October No-vunder we are sober We ain’t got no beer
My little brother Heinrich Was out the window looking Inward-outward looking He saw a tree there standing He saw a peach there hanging He reached the window out, He fell the window out He lay on the ground His head on a rock Peach-less.
He died, he did, He died a broken rib, he did He died, he did, He died a broken rib, he did
Where are the boys who bowl on the green, Who bowl on the green, Who bowl on the green? Where are the boys who bowl on the green? Boys! Don’t bowl on the green, The green is for the king, The king is for the queen, The queen is for the prince. Prince?? What prince? Fingerprints? Footprints? Nooooo, (whistles like one would call a dog) Here, Prince!
The moral of this story is never mistake asthma (Gasping noise) For passion (Ahhhhhhhhh – sighing noise).
-M. Whited, Texas
Circa mid-1960s
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