Three Nocturnes, S541, Liebestraum - Spike Jones, Ференц Лист

Thine love is mine

Thine heart with mine entwine, love

My soul for thee doth pine

Thine eye doth shine

Thine life with mine combine, love

Thou art my valentine

Lips like apple wine

Face like kalsomine (oh, fine)

My clinging vine

My voice for thee doth whine

You’re older than Auld 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, oh, by Jove

The polar bear sleeps in his little bearskin

He sleeps very well, I am told

Last night I slept in my little bare skin

And I got a heck of a cold

Pease Porridge hot

Pease porridge cold

Pease porridge in the pot

Nine days old

Peehew!