Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging — ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide —
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee,
And yore was 'gal.
Riddance, (Na-na-na)
Sith the one. (Na-na-na)
Cede the wherefores and do na chide —
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee,
And yore was 'gal.
Riddance, (Na-na-na)
Sith the one. (Na-na-na)
Riddance, (Na-na-na)
Sith the one. (Na-na-na)