Translation: Mitch Miller. The Children's Marching Song (Nick Nack Paddy Whack).
freedom's in a bind Oh make it rain, ain't a thang and the sky to fall (The silver bullet's in your hand and the war's heating up) And when the truth
and friends they signing in My niece singing solo organs and violins (Yeah) Wife in her black veil hands flooded with diamonds Remaining calm under each arms my children Daddy's
Morning's hard coffee's cold Pretending that the days mean more than getting old Stale headlines, others drenched in pride Marching to their drum with
t kiss no one until you get home Little children they're marching along Marching along Marching along Marching along Marching along Marching along Marching along Marching
air was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching
to shoot Let's do it for the troops, it's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute, it's Young Money
race It's a new day, it's a new day It's a new day, it's a new day It's a new day Yes, Lord, it's a brand new day
marching to the sea Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea Marching to the sea, we're marching to the sea Marching to the sea, marching to the
you said, "I do", next March And for those beautiful children of ours Yes, I know it might sound strange 'cause we just met But I thank you in advance It's
you said, I do next March And for those beautiful children of ours Yes, I know it might sound strange 'cuz we just met But I thank you in advance It's
march of the wooden soldiers You can hear Jack say "Sweet Jane Sweet Jane Sweet Jane" Some people like to go out dancing As other people like us, we gotta work There's
Gotta watch me now and there's even some evil mothers They'll tell you life's just dirt That the pretty women never really faint That villains always blink their eyes That children
Time flies by like clouds passing in the sky Lifetime's here, then gone with the blink of an eye March through the desert one step at a time March through
do it for the troops It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute Sa-salute
yourself a hand C'mon and give yourself a hand C'mon and give yourself a hand I know your wife's uncle He's a very nice man He's got long clever fingers
our call, when it rocked we carried on And we marched on toward Algiers, for we're marching for Algiers We're still marching for Algiers, marching, marching
