There Are No Gnomes in Sweden
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
No little hats or jolly beards, no rotted teeth and
Not one child has ever been reported being eaten
Not one child
Just like there are no Fins in Finland
Now while at first that may sound grand
It's just because they've all been eaten by the hungry gnomes who aren't
Aren't in Sweden
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
Now Viking is as Viking does and Vikings can't be beaten
And as that is, it's most unwise to try to eat Norwegians
But hungry gnomes they come and go, a belly-full they're feeding
Pockets lined with Swedish gold, they gnash their broken teeth and scold
They lick their bloody lips and cry "we'll eat you up until you die"
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
No little hats, no jolly beards
So if you're Swedish, rest assured, your bureaucrats have bought them all
And logic tells us now
That you certainly can't be Finnish
So 'fore I finish this tale of woe, if you're a Viking, maybe you'll take a liking to us
And leave us alone now, for we are the people laying low
The not so tasty Danish, if the truth be told
The not so tasty Danish
The not so tasty Danish
If the truth be told
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No report that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
No little hats
No jolly beards
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
No little hats or jolly beards, no rotted teeth and
Not one child has ever been reported being eaten
Not one child
Just like there are no Fins in Finland
Now while at first that may sound grand
It's just because they've all been eaten by the hungry gnomes who aren't
Aren't in Sweden
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
Now Viking is as Viking does and Vikings can't be beaten
And as that is, it's most unwise to try to eat Norwegians
But hungry gnomes they come and go, a belly-full they're feeding
Pockets lined with Swedish gold, they gnash their broken teeth and scold
They lick their bloody lips and cry "we'll eat you up until you die"
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
No little hats, no jolly beards
So if you're Swedish, rest assured, your bureaucrats have bought them all
And logic tells us now
That you certainly can't be Finnish
So 'fore I finish this tale of woe, if you're a Viking, maybe you'll take a liking to us
And leave us alone now, for we are the people laying low
The not so tasty Danish, if the truth be told
The not so tasty Danish
The not so tasty Danish
If the truth be told
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No reports that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
There are no gnomes in Sweden
No report that anybody down there has ever seen them
They've never seen them
No little hats
No jolly beards
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Writer(s): Hugh Duncan Wilson
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