Ik Ben Zo Blij (Dat Mijn Neus Van Voren Zit En Niet Opzij)

An opera singer
Who sang a beautiful aria
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la
But at the end of the song
He sadly forgot the words
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la
Then someone whispered in his ear
And he sang on calmly

I'm so happy, so happy
That my nose is in front and not to the side
I'm so happy, so happy
That my nose is in front and not to the side

They were waiting for the stork
The crib had been ready for a while
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la
It was a darling of a child
And loved by everyone
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la
And when it was put in the bath (ah, too hot)
It crowed with joy

What a sticky kid
No wonder: His crib was a starch pillow
A summons came today
But I really didn’t get goosebumps
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la
My wife turned red and then pale

And was upset all day
Tra-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la
But I said: Kid, that worry will pass
So sing like a happy band.