Hans Poulsen Boom Sha La La Lo
In a dreamy little country
There's a sleepy Sunday School
Where the school-mam - Anabella,
Teaches kids the Golden Rule
But the children were all waiting
To hear the church-bell ring
They have their own religion
And all they had to do was sing it to the wo-orld
Boom-sha-lah-lah-loh
They will sing to yo-ou
Boom-sha-lah-lah-loh
Lah-lah-lah-lah-la-a-aha
Boom-sha-lah-lah-loh
They will sing to yo-ou
Boom-sha-lah-lah-loh
Lah-lah-lah-lah-la-a-aha
I sing this song of love to you,
To warm my fat behind,
To contemplate, to arbitrate
Be trusting in their lives
And all the world is waiting
For that very special day
When all the children will join hands
And gladly show the way
Singing-
Boom-sha-lah-lah-loh
They will sing to yo-ou
Boom-sha-lah-lah-loh
Lah-lah-lah-lah-la-a-aha
Boom-sha-lah-lah-loh
They will sing to yo-ou
Boom-sha-lah-lah-loh
Lah-lah-lah-lah-la-a-aha
Don't be grumpy all day
Blow your canons away
Don't be grumpy all day
All day-ay-ay-ay-a-a-ay
Boom-sha-lah-lah-loh
They will sing to yo-ou
Boom-sha-lah-lah-loh
Lah-lah-lah-lah-la-a-aha
