You wait, little girl, on an empty stage For fate to turn the light on Your life, little girl, is an empty page That men will want to write on, to write
dyni frunde sage dir ruedi i sage dir lieber rolf u nar schtang mer doch es bitzli us dam liecht wo mir ufgeit u wo mir mit eim schlag zeigt dass'mer
Two little boys had two little toys Each had a wooden horse Gaily they played each summers day Warriors both of cause One little chap then had a mishap
Rolf's spoken asides are in (brackets) [Spoken:] There's an old Australian stockman, er, rock band Trying, but dying They get themselves up onto their
All together All together Lean on the paddles Lean on and lift out, silently All together All together Lean on the paddles Lean on and lift out, silently
Spoken Introduction: There's an old Australian stockman, lying, dying. He gets himself up on one elbow, turns to his mates, who are gathered round, and
I am a mouse called Maximillian Mouse And I live in my Maximillian...Mouse house I'm very well bred I'm pure Castillian mouse And I come from a long long
Here's a question. Go ahead and ask it. What saved Moses in his little basket, When the murky water mighta sunk it? God's will and a little wooly blanket
Spoken introduction: Nicholas! Albert! Look, I don't know where they are, but I'd like you to meet my two pals, my buddies, my two amigos. I'll tell you
I'm Jake the Peg, deedle eedle eedle um, With my extra leg, deedle eedle eedle um. Wherever I go through rain and snow, The people always let me know:
Just like the inside of any big shop, People were ev'rywhere. Suddenly business was brought to a stop when a terrible yell hit the air. I've lost my mummy
Now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Catactacus, were just passing by. All together, now the ladies of the harem of the court of King Catactacus
This great big wolf hound's standing staring at me, Licking his chops and weighing me up for tea. I'm a guy who don't scare easily. That's the truth,
Spoken ( Waltzing Matilda is a song about an Australian Hobo I guess you'd call him. He wanders through the bush land of Australia and he takes all his
I'll sing you a song of a burgular bold, who tried to rob a house. He open'd the window and crept right in, as quiet as a mouse. He said to himself, '
Farewell to old England forever, Farewell to you numb-skulls as well. And farewell to the well-known Old Bailey Where I always did look such a swell.
The Cockney tribes in Britain were meeting for the games Held annually, once a year, along the River Thames, The scene was quiet and peaceful, the snow
Early on one Christmas Day a joey kangaroo, Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo. 'Mummy, where's my mummy? They've taken her away.' We'll help
