All lyrics by Pedro Carolino. Rearranged by Ken Robinson
it must to get in the corn
he has spit in my coat
he has me take out my hairs
he give me a box on the ear
he burns one's self the brains
he do know to live
he did to me a thousand civilities
boop
go to send for
stop a little
have you say that?
at what is employed that?
let us go to respire the air
let us go on ours feet
at what o'clock is to get up?
do is so kind to tell me it
at which is this hat?
at which belive you be business?
at what o'clock dine him?
bring me some sheets very clean
put nearer me this seat
amuse you to cull some flowers
like you the soup?
dress your hairs
sing an area
that is a very pretty plain
this trees make a beauty shade
that is sign from good time
these apricots and these peaches make me and to come water in mouth (5x)
how do you can it to deny?
wax my shoes
this hat go to well
that is that i have think
that looks me
that are the dishes whose you may be and to abstain
this room is filled of bugs
that is not of a friend trace
it is a noise which to cleave the head
this wood is fill of thief's
tell that do you will do
and my also
she are both very fine
remove you of the river
an ink thickest
bring in dinner the beef
yesterday i was to bed betimes
he will not hold one's tongue
he shall know it nothing
this year there is it many fruits
i oppose me in that
i don't oppose on
i cannot drinking more
i do said nothing
i will not to conceal me
i do know it nothing
i do remember me very well
i not make what to cough and spit
i wage that will you have
i shall go where you will do
i go me to get up
i have put my stockings outward
i am very glad ones
i oppose me at him
i not complain me from nothing
i shall be four nights in road
i have mind to vomit
i should go to walk myself
i have finded a paper among yours books
i am pinking me with a pin
i take a broth all morning
i cannot to stay me
i report me at this you tell me
i shall not tell you than two woods
i not understand that
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go to dine, the dinner is ready
-the soup is bringed
sit down here by me. do you like soup?
-i eat everything
cut some bread; here is it, i don't know that boiled meat is good
-these cutlets are excellent
gentlemen, will you some beans?
-yes, sir
cut that turkey how you like that partridge?
-it is excellent
peter, uncork a porto wine bottle
-your health, sir
thank you
-sir, what will you to?
a pullet's wing
-peter, take away, and bring the dessert
some pears, and apples, what will you?
-i trouble you to give me a pear
this seems me mellow
-i thank you
taste us rather that liquor, it is good for the stomach
-i am too much obliged to you, is done
john, make haste, lighted the fire and dress me
-the fire is lighted, sir
give me my shirt
-there is it sir
is it not hot, it is too cold yet
-if you like, i will hot it
no, no, bring me my silk stockings
-its are make holes
make its a point, or make to mend them
-i have done its tho the mender
you are well done
have you clean my boots?
-yes, sir
have you wexed my shoes?
-i go wex its now.
it must that i may wash my hands, the mouth and my face
-give the basin and some soap
what cravat put you to day?
-a black cravat
where is my hat?
-there is, sir
give me my gloves and my stick it must i go out
i want a pair of shoes
-sit down, i shall try that
they not agree me, they are too tight
-they will please you better
i think not, the foot neck is not high enough
-i have not of it in my shop that may to agree to you
in that case, take the measure
-you may rely that you shall be satisfied
show me some boots
-i believe who this shall go well
the foot is narrow, but he shall not hurt you
-indeed they are very well
you shall make me into any slippers
-yes, sir, and you shall wait upon quickly
to meet anyone nose at nose
the walls have hearsay
he has the throat paved
he go to four feet
take the moon with the teeth
he has a good beak
that which feel one's snotly blow blow one's nose
he eat to coaches
the stone as roll not heap up not foam
belly famished has no ears
it want to take the occasion for the hairs
to put the points on the i
after the paunch comes the dance
of the hand to mouth, one lose often the soup
drink as a hole
the ears are too length
put your napkin before you
we know not us
clean the combs
we are from ancient knowledge
there are us arrived
there are it us at last
do not discompose you to
we are no that half a way
they have treat him by rash
take care to dirt you self
all trees have very dear bear
you sing not very deal well
never i have you rumbled
there is that is finished