Your wit is sharper,

Your humour much darker,

Like a four-leaf clover

You’re a lucky charmer,

A whole lot holier than the Dalai Lama,

I love you and hate you the same.

 

Your fingers are quicker,

Your plucking much slicker,

Like a Highland cow

Your hair is much thicker,

Hey big spender, your pockets are bigger,

I love you and hate you the same.

 

Oh! Your boots have more sole,

And your soul is much purer,

A miracle maker,

I salute you Mein Cürer,

You’re far more handsome and I’ve never been surer

Of loving you all the same.

 

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