Liebestraum

Thine eye doth shine
Thine light with mine combine, love
Thou art my valentine

Lips like apple wine
Face like calcimine - oh fine

My clinging vine
My voice for thee doth whine
You're older then Old Lang Syne

(Twinkle, twinkle little star
How you wonder who I am
Way up in the sky so low
You're a better man than I am, Old Black Joe)

(The polar bear sleeps in his little bear skin
He sleeps very well, I am told
Last night I slept in my little bare skin
And I got a heck of a cold!)

(B. O. - Rinso-White
B. O. - Rinso-White)

(Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold
Pease porridge in the pot nine days old - PU!)

(A bunch of the boys were whooping it up...)