town
riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his cap
and called it macaroni
Yankee
Doodle keep it up
Yankee
Doodle dandy
Mind the music
and the step and with the girls
be handy
Yahoo!
Yankee
Doodle keep it up
Yankee
Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step and with
the girls be handy
Here we go round the mulby bush
The mulby bush, the mulby bush
Here we go round the mulby bush
On a cold and frosty morning
This is the way we brush our teeth
Brush our teeth, brush our teeth
This is the way we brush our teeth
On a cold and frosty morning
This is the way we wash our face,
wash our face, wash our face
This is the way we wash our face
on a cold and frosty morning
This is the way we comb our hair,
comb our hair, comb our hair
This is the way we comb our hair on a
cold and frosty morning
This is the way we go to school,
go to school, go to school
This is the way we go to school on a cold and
frosty morning
Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me,
With your musket, fife and drum?
Oh no, sweet maid, I cannot marry you,
For I have no hat to put on.
So off she went to her grandmother's
And she brought him a hat of the very,
very best.
And she brought him a hat of the very,
very best, and the soldier put it on
Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me with your musket,
fife and drum?
Oh no, sweet maid, I cannot marry you,
for I have no coat to put on
So off she went to her grandpa's chest,
and she brought him a coat of the very, very best
And she brought him a coat of the very,
very best, and the soldier put it on
Soldier, soldier, won't you marry me with your musket,
fife and drum?
Oh no, sweet maid, I cannot marry you,
for I have no boots to put on
So on she went to her grandpa's chest,
and she brought him some boots of the very, very best
And the soldier put them on
Here, soldier, soldier,
won't you marry me with your musket, fife and drum?
Oh no, sweet maid, I cannot marry you
For I have here a wife of my
youth
Half a pound of tuppity rice,
half a pound of trinkle
That's the way the money goes,
boop, that's the way it goes
Up and down the city road,
in and out the easel
That's the way the money goes,
pop goes the weasel
Half a pound of tuppity rice,
half a pound of treacle
That's the way the money goes,
pop goes the weasel
Up and down the city road,
in and out the easel
That's the way the money goes,
pop goes the weasel
Now, come along, ladies and gents
Let's be having ya!
No need to be shy
All together now, please!
La dee da dee da dee da,
la dee da dee dee da da
That's the way the money goes,
pop goes the weasel
Up and down the city roads,
leaning out the eagle
That's the way the money goes,
pop goes the weasel