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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