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Als ich ein kleiner Bube war, War ich ein kleiner Lump; Zigarren raucht' ich heimlich schon, Trank auch schon Bier auf Pump. Zur Hose hing das Hemd heraus, Die Stiefel lief ich krumm, Und statt zur Schule hinzugeh'n, Strich ich im Wald herum. Wie hab' ich's doch seit jener Zeit So herrlich weit gebracht! - Die Zeit hat aus dem kleinen Lump 'n großen Lump gemacht.
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When I was just a little lad, I was quite the scoundrel too. I'd sneak cigars when home alone And sneak golden beery brew. My shirt tails trailed to my socks, My boots led me astray, And underway to classes I wandered into the woods to play. What have I done with the days now past And brought so many things? -- Time's passing has made the little brat Into the grown-up scoundrel that this song sings!
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Word count: 76
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