Celebrate

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