Lyrics Heigh-Ho (The Dwarf's Marching Song) - Louis Armstrong

Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-da-ba-ba
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
To make your troubles go
Just keep on singing all day long
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
For if you're feeling low
You positively can't go wrong
With a heigh (with a heigh)
Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
It's home from work we go, yes
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
All seven in a row
With a heigh (with a heigh)
Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho
He'll make your troubles go
You've heard him sing, now hear him blow
The king, sax mode
Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho
Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-da-ba-ba
Heigh-ho
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
It's home from work we go, yeah
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
Heigh-ho (heigh-ho)
All seven in a row
With a heigh (with a heigh)
Heigh-ho
Yay!
Heigh-ho