We’ve entered the month
Where people dress up
And act like they’re German
And fill a big cup
With beer, eat a pretzel,
And fry up a brat.
Tonight you like polka:
Tomorrow, you’ll not.
We’ve entered the month
Where people dress up
And act like they’re German
And fill a big cup
With beer, eat a pretzel,
And fry up a brat.
Tonight you like polka:
Tomorrow, you’ll not.
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