the Hut-Sut song

<b>The Hut-Sut Song</b>

Words and music by Leo V. Killion, Ted McMichael & Jack Owens


Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah add a little brawla, brawla too it,
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah add a little brawla sooit.
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah add a little brawla, brawla too it,
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah add a little brawla sooit.

Now the Rawlson is a Swedish town, the rillerah is a stream.
The brawla is the boy and girl,
The Hut-Sut is their dream.

In a town in Sweden by a stream so clear and cool
There sat a boy just a fishin' and a dreamin' when he should have been in school.
Now, he couldn't read or write a single Swedish word but happiness he found
In a little Swedish song he heard here's the way he made it sound;

Now the girl played hooky from school that day, came down to the stream.
She sat down beside the little Swedish boy and they began to dream

(double time:)
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla, brawla sooit.
Hut-Sut Rawlson on the rillerah and a brawla sooit.

The brawla is the boy and girl, The Hut-Sut is their dream.
The sooit is the Teacher who caught them by the stream.

Now the boy and girl are back in school
Shattered is their dream
The teacher planted poison oak
All along the stream

It's a crazy kind of a song to belong to a boy and girl in love with a beautiful dream
But they love to sing, swing all the live long day.
Shood to soon shahoon la shoon da shoo shooga shoogan on the Rillerah