Tillykke med fødselsdagen wing-man!
Jeg vil gerne have lov til at synge en lille sang fra en musical som hedder Showboat. Jeg har search-replace'et lidt i teksten for at få den til at passe til anledningen... Ish...
Mississippi og River er hermed erstattet med Niller... Sing along everybody!!!
Dere's an ol' man called de Niller
Dat's de ol' man dat I'd like to be!
What does he care if de world's got troubles?
What does he care if de land ain't free?
Ol' man Niller,
Dat ol' man Niller
He mus'know sumpin'
But don't say nuthin',
He jes'keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along.
He don' plant taters,
He don't plant cotton,
An' dem dat plants'em
is soon forgotten,
But ol'man Niller,
He jes keeps rollin'along.
You an'me, we sweat an' strain,
Body all achin' an' racket wid pain,
Tote dat barge!
Lif' dat bale!
Git a little drunk
An' you land in jail.
Ah gits weary
An' sick of tryin'
Ah'm tired of livin'
An' skeered of dyin',
But ol' man Niller,
He jes'keeps rolling' along.
Colored folks work on de Niller,
Colored folks work while de white folks play,
Pullin' dose boats from de dawn to sunset,
Gittin' no rest till de judgement day.
Don't look up
An' don't look down,
You don' dast make
De white boss frown.
Bend your knees
An'bow your head,
An' pull date rope
Until you' dead.
Let me go 'way from the Niller,
Let me go 'way from de white man boss;
O' man Niller,
Dat ol' man Niller,
He mus'know sumpin'
But don't say nuthin'
He jes' keeps rollin'
He keeps on rollin' along.
Long ol' Niller forever keeps rollin' on...
He don' plant tater,
He don' plant cotton,
An' dem dat plants 'em
Is soon forgotten,
but ol' man Niller,
He jes' keeps rollin' along.
Long ol' Niller keeps hearing dat song.
You an' me, we sweat an' strain,
Body all achin an' racked wid pain.
Tote dat barge!
Lif' dat bale!
Git a little drunk
An' you land in jail.
Ah, gits weary
An' sick of tryin'
Ah'm tired of livin'
An' skeered of dyin',
But ol' man Niller,
He jes'keeps rollin' along!
.... He he he - "Colored folks work on de Niller"... Freaky
