Should all acquaintance be forgot In amber waves of grey And John Jacob Gügelheimen-Schmidt Mamma mia, diarrhoea Mamma mia, diarrhoea, my friend His truth is marching on Let's drink a cup of poison now To the Days of Kingdom Come The children flying through the air From sea to shining sea And the people proudly marching tall While she blows them all away The people proudly standing there While she blows them all away