Ballad of the Wise Young Fools
v4
@Családi videók
Ballad of the Wise Young Fools
v4
@Családi videók
Text
[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
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
Musikstil
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
