One, two, three, for, five, six, seven, eight
WhatÂ’s the matter? After eight, thereÂ’s a nine, remember?
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid
Are you really sooooooooooo
Stupid stupid stupid stupid

This is my song, my song, heÂ’s mine
Better a silly girl with a flower,
Then a silly boy with a horse and a stick
Come one, yeaaaaaah
Its called a lance, hellohow???

IÂ’m a painter of red bolletjes!!
DonÂ’t you understand,
TheyÂ’re not Yellow, not green, not black
What? I lik coffee, I like tea, I like the boys
But the boys donÂ’t like me!!!

You didnÂ’t expect this did yooooooooeeeeeee
Love ya, Love ya, I say that I love ya!!
Silly silly silly boy