Good morning dear father, for decent men
God let you wake up happy
But the stars in the sky are gleaming
Good morning dear mother, for decent men
But the stars in the sky are gleaming
I see your chimney is white, for decent men
We came here for your daughter
But the stars in the sky are gleaming
I see your chimney is grey, for decent men
That the coffee pot is on
But the stars in the sky are gleaming
I'll no longer stand outside, for decent men
I think my mouth is freezing over
But the stars in the sky are gleaming
I see your chimney is black, for decent men
That a pack of scoundrels lives in here
But the stars in the sky are gleaming