Karl Marx, he caught a thick fat angleworm
The angleworm came into a thunderstorm
That carried the angleworm into the sky
The worm
Now serves the angels
As a clapper for a small bell
Karl Marx, he caught a thick fat angleworm
The angleworm came into a thunderstorm
That carried the angleworn into the sky
The worm
Now serves the angels
As a clapper for a small bell
Dear God with Christian's son
Give me the small bell already
I become a rude child
lf my parents have no small bell
Protect me in spite of all fury
Don't kill my parents
And give
The grandma
Canine teeth
Karl Marx, he caught another thick fat worm
That he hung behind his ears like two cherries
In this moment, shockingly, the dead worm raised itself suddenly
My God, it climbs up to you
Your will will be
Hurrah, hurrah!
