Nentis Nan, he's my man,
I go do im each chanz I gan.
He sicks me down an creans my
Wid mabel syrub, tick an' sweed,
An ten he filks my
Wid choclut cangy - I tink
The graygest nentis in the lan.
Le's hear free jeers for Nentis Nan.
Pip-pip-ooray!
Pip-pip-ooray!
Pip-pip-ooray!
Le's go to Nentis Nan dooday!
