You have to understand the way I am, Mein Herr.
A tiger is a tiger, not a lamb, Mein Herr.
You'll never turn the vinegar to jam, Mein Herr.
So I do...
What I do...
When I'm through...
Then I'm through...
And I'm through...
Toodle-oo!
Bye-Bye, Mein Lieber Herr.
Farewell, mein Lieber Herr.
It was a fine affair,
But now it's over.
And though I used to care,
I need the open air.
You're better off without me, Mein Herr.
Don't dab your eye, mein Herr,
Or wonder why, Mein Herr.
I've always told you I was a rover.
You mustn't knit your brow,
You should have known by now
You'd every cause to doubt me, Mein Herr.
Ibland kan man inte ge allt, man måste tillåta sig själv att säga nej ibland.
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