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nombre.pop goes the weasel

Half a pound of tuppenny rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the money goes
Pop goes the weaselHa ha, yeahHalf a pound of tuppenny rice
Half a pound of treacle
That's the way the money goes
Pop goes the weaselEvery night, when I go out
The weasel's on the table
Take a stick and knock it off
Pop goes the weaselUp and down the city road
In and out of the eagle
That's the way the money goes
Pop goes the weaselHalf a pound of tuppenny rice
Half a pound of treacle
Mix it up and make it nice
Pop goes the weaselYou know, pop goes the weasel
For years, I've wondered
What that meant
And nobody seemed to knowSo, I looked it up
And the official explanation
Goes something like thisPop goes the weasel refers to
The habit of London hatters long ago
Popping or pawning their weasels
Or accessories on Saturday night
To buy liquor, isn't that interestingUp and down the city road
In and out of the eagle
That's the way the money goes
Pop goes the weaselBut you know
I've got a theory of my own
About pop goes the weasel
It's much simplerWhy did the weasel go pop, go pop
Pop, pop goes the weasel
Why did the weasel go pop
'Cause they upped the price
Of tuppeny rice to four penceHow did the pop get into the weasel
Weasel, pop goes the weasel
How did the pop get in there
Well, the weasel caught his
Beakle in the treacleNow, if you've got a weasel
And you don't want him to pop
The next time you go shopping
Don't you take him in the shop
Two, three, fourHalf a pound of tuppenny rice
Half a pound of treacle
Now that is the way
That the money goes
Pop goes the weaselEvery night, when I go out
The weasel's sitting on the table
Now I take a stick
And I knock it off
Pop goes the weaselUp and down the city road
In and out of the eagle
That's the way the money goes
Pop goes the weaselTogether nowHalf a pound of tuppenny rice
Half a pound of treacle
Now, I mix it up
And I make it nice
Pop, pop, pop goes the weaselPop, pop, pop goes the weasel
Poppity, poppity, pop
Goes the weasel nowWould you excuse me for a moment
I'm just gonna pop my weasel

traduccion......

Era un regalo de los angeles

Para un pobre niño

Su ingenuidad solamente le oculto

Mi oscuro destino...

Nuestras mentes eran una sola

Nuestras almas unidas

Luego crecio y se fue

¿Dañar es divertido?

Dolor, llanto es mi diversión,

Aprendí la inocencia Niños pueden venir a jugar, ¡el festín comienza! Era un payaso muy alegre, Que amaba a los niños, Pero el me olvido... INICIA EL CASTIGO... INICIA EL CASTIGO... Deberias cuidarte de mi Nunca estaras a salvo

Pronto a tu vida le pondre fin

¿Dañar es de humanos? Hombres, mujeres hablan de mi ¿soy solo fantasia? ¿No saben que soy maldad? El juego inicia... Era un payaso muy alegre Que amaba a los niños Pero el muy pronto me olvido El fin ya comienza. Dolor, llanto es mi diversión, Aprendí la inocencia Niños pueden venir a jugar, ¡el festín comienza!

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