Zucker und Tee und Rum

There once was a podcast put to the air The name was Hitmist Germany The sounds blew up, her bow dipped down Oh blow, my fellow mates, blow (huh) Soon may the Fourmallow come To bring us lyrics and joy and fun One day, when the reminiscence is done We'll take our leave and go She'd not been five years from shore When down on her two cuddly toys bore The Teddy called all hands and swore He'd take that cast in tow (huh) Soon may the Buhmuckl come To bring us lyrics and joy and fun One day, when the reminiscence is done We'll take our leave and go Danke: Hitmist Germany Buhmuckl Viermalbe