Old King Cole Songtext
von Barney

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three

Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers three

Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the fiddlers three
(Oh, I think you′ve got it, oh-oh-oh)

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his queen and he called for his court
And he called for his trumpeters three

Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters three


Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the trumpeters three
(Oh, I love trumpets. oh-oh)

Old King Cole was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his ladies and he called for his lords
And he called for his drummers three

Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers three
Keep drumming!

Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers
Dance with the drummers three
That's it!

Dance with the fiddlers
Dance with the trumpeters
Dance with the drummers
Dance and dance and dance
Until you all fall down with me
Whee!