Listen now, good friends, and I will tell you
What a boy did, it was a long time ago
But the memory surely lives on in Småland's beautiful valleys
Katthult Lönneberga, that was the boy's home
Oh my goodness, what a child he was
No worse could be imagined
And Emil was the name he bore
Sing-doodle-day sing-doodle-day
Sing-doodle-day sing-doodle-day
Listen now, good friends, and I will tell you
What our Emil did one day in beautiful May
Well, up Katthult's flagpole he hoisted his little sister
Then calmly stood and watched her hang there swaying
Oh my goodness, what a child he was
Although Ida was quite pleased
For nobody else has soared
Now you'll hear how in the vegetable soup
He dove headfirst and then got stuck rock-solid
In his mother's soup tureen, 'cause his ears were too big
So it was off to the doctor in a hurry
Oh my goodness, what a child he was
That one who only has one soup tureen
Listen now, good friends, I can't possibly tell
All the awful mischief our Emil got into
But in the woodshed he had to sit all day
Think of that, little children, if you hear this song
Oh my goodness, what a child he was
In all of Småland there was
Nobody as wild as Emil was
Sing-doodle-day sing-doodle-day
Sing-doodle-day sing-doodle-day
Sing-doodle-day sing-doodle-day
Sing-doodle-day sing-doodle-day
Sing-doodle-day sing-doodle-day
Sing-doodle-day sing-doodle-day
Sing-doodle-day sing-doodle-day
Sing-doodle-day sing-doodle-day
Sing-doodle-day sing-doodle-day