The day when I was born
My father said hello
It was a monday mor'n
On the sofa in the stow.
He took my in my krave
Said I know lig' akkurat
What the boy shall lave
The little kammerat.
Cause he shall
Snit a little little little lidt (snit-a-lidt)
Snit a little little little lidt (snit-a-lidt)
Snit a little little little lidt
Just bit by bit lidt after lidt
Cause he could
Snit a little little little lidt (snit-a-lidt)
Snit a little little little lidt (snit-a-lidt)
Snit a little little little lidt
Just bit by bit.
Outside my barndomshjem
There was a lot of brædder
And everyone of them
Was snittet by my father.
Yes, when I was a little
A little bittle jen
My father snat a fiddle
Dygtigst among mænd.
Cause he could
Snit a little little little lidt...
And out there in the køkken
My mother snat some bread
A humble bread was lykken
And this is what she said:
My son, you must love me
Not to end up in a grillbar
In the middle of nowhere
And cook pomfritter
Cause best of all to be
It is to be a snitter.
It is to
Snit a little little little lidt (snit-a-lidt)
Snit a little little little lidt (snit-a-lidt)
Snit a little little little lidt
Just bit by bit lidt after lidt
It is to
Snit a little little little lidt (snit-a-lidt)
Snit a little little little lidt (snit-a-lidt)
Snit a little little little lidt
Just bit by bit.
Snit a little bittle (Snit a little bittle)
Snit a little bittle (Snit a little bittle)
Snit a little bittle (That's a funny titel)
Snit a little bittle (Det var det kapitel...)
Snit a little bittle