Spike Jones and His City Slickers — Liebestraum

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...)