I remember my old man, holding Mom's hand
With a look in his eyes, you'd understand
Now here I stand, feeling just like him
My heart beats true, for my sweet Mary Lou
My father was Danish, with a grin so sly
He'd talk about Mom with a twinkle in his eye
He'd say with a wink, as he gave her a shove
"Små, korte pæne ben. Resten er røv."
I don't know what it means
But I love it so
Words of tenderness, words of love
"Små, korte pæne ben. Resten er røv."
"Små, korte pæne ben. Resten er røv."
"Små, korte pæne ben. Resten er røv."
I don't know what it means
But I love it so
Words of tenderness, words of love
So here is to you, my sweet Mary Lou:
"Små, korte pæne ben. Resten er røv."
"Små, korte pæne ben. Resten er røv."
I don't know what it means
But I love it so
Words of tenderness, words of love