Текст песни Christmas Smorgasbord - Swedish Chef

When it's Christmastime in Sweden/
And the snow is ten feet deep/
He holes up in his kitchen/
To make his Christmas treats.
People come from near and far/
To hinterland and fjord/
Just to get a taste/
Of his Christmas smörgåsbord!
Dip in the pot/
The bouillon is hot/
The lingonberries are sweet/
Dopp in the pot/
A taste of tunnbröd/
His surströmming is a treat!
Lutefisk and rice/
Isn't that nice?/
We might have to loosen our skirts!/
Ja, try the glögg/
Or it's off to the dog/
He makes us eat til it hurts!
His meatballs are so Swedish/
His marzipan's a delight/
But his marinated fishballs/
Will keep you up all night.
Top it off with pralines/
In a Swiss nut nougat gourd/
The reindeer stew/
Will bring you back to/
His Christmas smörgåsbord!
Dip in the pot/
The bouillon is hot/
The lingonberries are sweet/
Dopp in the pot/
A taste of tunnbröd/
His surströmming is a treat!
Lutefisk and rice/
Isn't that nice?/
We might have to loosen our skirts!/
Ja, try the glögg/
Or it's off to the dog/
He makes us eat til it hurts!
Queens Blend preserves,
Black currant preserves, Gooseberry preserves, Cloudberry preserves/
So many preserves/
He simply deserves/
To take center stage and say "Dinner is served!"
Dip in the pot/
The bouillon is hot/
The lingonberries are sweet/
Dopp in the pot/
A taste of tunnbröd/
His surströmming is a treat!
Lutefisk and rice/
Isn't that nice?/
We might have to loosen our skirts!/
Ja, try the glögg/
Or it's off to the dog/
He makes us eat til it hurts!