The day when I was born
My father said: Hei du!
It was a Monday morn
On the sofa in the stu
He took me in my ør
Said: I know akkurat
What the boy shall gjør
The little kamerat
Cause he shall
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Just bit by bit - litt after litt
Cause he can
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Just bit by bit
Outside my barndomshjem
You notice all the fjølen
And everyone of them
Was spikka te of sjølen
Yes - when I was a little
A bitte little en
My father spækk a fiddle
Best among all men
Cause he could
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Just bit by bit - litt after litt
Cause he can
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Just bit by bit
And out there in the kjøkken
My mother skar some bread
A humble bread was lykken
And this is what she said:
My son you must låv me
Not to end up in a grillbar in the middle
Of nowhere cooking pomfritter
Cause best of all to be
It is to be a spikker
It is to
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Just bit by bit - litt after litt
Cause he can
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Spikk a bitte little little litt
Just bit by bit
