Liebesträume - Spike Jones, The City Slickers

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…)