Songtext
"Oh, where are we going?"
Said the brown dog to the hen
But just because they were animals
Doesn't mean they couldn't have been men
Oh, let's go down to Bremen
Take my paw in your hand
And we'll sing for our supper
In that freest of the freest
People need to see us
The freest of the freest land
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Oh-oh-oh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Oh-oh-oh
It was part of the plan, everbody would stand
On their hind legs, hands holding high the other
Like a tower of brothers, and the one on the top
Would crow warnings and call in the morning
And call out the storm that was coming
The one on the bottom would steer 'til the road was clear
And people would learn to rejoice and to fear our coming
Ah-ah, oh-oh
But how long did we think we could walk, we could sing
Before our voices gave out and our limbs gave in?
On the road, on the road, on the road, on the road
On the way, on the way, on the way
To Bremen, to Bremen, to Bremen
To Bremen, to Bremen, to Bremen
To Bremen
Oh, on the road to Bremen
I came across some robbers three
At first I took everything away from them
Then they took everything away from me
