Arrivederci
Arrivederci I'm cutting my hair
Tell fish and Tracy the weathers fair
Been eleven hours were on a dare
Arrivederci to my old chair
I've been told that the old who bargain and save
They get sold
For the gold
On the little kings grave
So goodbye to screamers
And goodnight Irene
A salty whisker won't hurt anything
Adiós
Arrivederci Me estoy cortando el pelo
Dile a Fish y Tracy que el clima está bueno
Han pasado once horas, estamos desafiando
Adiós a mi vieja silla
Me han dicho que los viejos que regatean y ahorran
Son vendidos
Por el oro
En la tumba del pequeño rey
Así que adiós a los gritones
Y buenas noches Irene
Un bigote salado no lastimará a nadie