There's a moon over the sea
Mamma mia, I have to get married
My daughter, to whom shall I give you?
Mamma mia, think about it

If I give you the fisherman
He goes, he comes
Always holds the fish in his hand
If he takes a fancy
He will tickle my daughter

Oh mamma, I want to get married
Oh mamma, how delicious is the salted cod
Oh mamma, fried fish and salted cod
I want the young girl that I want to marry

You understand, boy?
You understand? Eh, well, understood
Eh go on, you understand

There's a moon over the sea
Mamma mia, I have to get married
My daughter, to whom shall I give you?
Mamma mia, think about it

If I give you the bricklayer
He goes, he comes
And holds the trowel in his hand
If he takes a fancy
He will tickle my daughter, oh

Oh mamma, I want to get married
Oh mamma, how delicious is the salted cod
Oh mamma, fried fish and salted cod
I want the young girl that I want to marry

Oh mamma, I want to get married
Oh mamma, how delicious is the salted cod
Oh mamma, fried fish and salted cod
I want the young girl that I want to marry

Oh mamma, I want to get married
Oh mamma, how delicious is the salted cod
Oh mamma, fried fish and salted cod
I want the young girl that I want to marry
Come on

Oh mamma, la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh mamma, la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh mamma, la-la-la-la-la-la
I want the young girl that I want to marry
Everyone

Oh mamma, la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh mamma, la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh mamma, la-la-la-la-la-la
I want the young girl that I want to marry
I want the young girl that I want to marry

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