[Verse 1] He reads one book Now he’s a scholar Raises his beer Stands on a chair “Listen to me I know the future!” Spills half his drink Forgets the year
[Chorus] Sing hey for the wise young fools Crowns of foam and broken rules We toast We boast We trip on stools Long live the wise young fools (hey!) Long live the wise young fools
[Verse 2] She did one jog Now she’s a healer “Bread is a crime Throw out the pie” Bites her pretzel “Just one exception” Blames the yeast For every lie
[Chorus] Sing hey for the wise young fools Cabbage kings with wooden tools We plan We rant We lose our cool Long live the wise young fools (la-la) Long live the wise young fools
[Bridge] Grandpa says “In seventy winters I’ve seen this circus many times” Then he forgets Where he put his dentures Shouts “Who stole These teeth of mine?” (hey!)
[Chorus] Sing hey for the wise young fools Saints of half-remembered rules We dance We brag We drown in goulash Long live the wise young fools (one more!) Long live the wise young fools
Style of Music
folk, Lively Central European tavern folk in 2/4, brisk tempo with stomping boots, claps, fiddle and accordion trading cheeky licks over thumping upright bass; male vocals leading a rowdy call-and-response chorus, gang shouts on key punchlines, occasional whistle flourishes and half-drunken crowd singalong vibe; energy ramps from chuckling verses to raucous, shoutable hooks by the final chorus., tone, playful