Nentis Nan, he’s my man,

I go do im each chanz I gan.

He sicks me down an creans my teed

Wid mabel syrub, tick an’ sweed,

An ten he filks my cavakies

Wid choclut cangy — I tink he’s

The graygest nentis in the lan.

Le’s hear free jeers for Nentis Nan.

Pip-pip-ooray!

Pip-pip-ooray!

Le’s go to Nentis Nan dooday!