In 1909 on a vernal day A child was born near Dingle Bay In the thick of smashing disarray His life start was hard as we say But that's why he does't know a stay Try to beat him but it doesn't pay No dismay against ending, nay He's eager for the fray
We gonna sing out, Gonna sing this song We gonna sing it ’til the break of dawn We gonna sing out, Gonna sing this song ’Til the break of dawn
It’s gaffer Smurf’s Doc's birthday, we celebrate A hundred years old man, mate Hard to believe! He should have died a gob times in many ways, But he is dancing just through the night
He was attacked by a real big game he was a comdemned but he overcame And once his hoar house was aflame His old flame caused an ugly lame Was screwing his friend's fancy dame Was shut down but he wasn't shame Was almost nearly passed away Undying netty clay