I am a pretty little Dutch girl,
I live across the street,
And all the boys

Around the block
Are crazy over me.
I have a boyfriend, Patty.

He comes from Cincinatti,
With forty-eight toes
And a pickle on his nose

And this is the way my story goes
One day as I was walking,
I heard my boyfriend talking,

To a little girl
With a strawberry curl
And this is what he said to her,

I L-O-V-E, love you,
I K-I-S-S, kiss you,
I K-I-S-S, kiss you

On your F-A-C-E, face.