Oh where are we going said the brown dog to the hen
Just because, they were animals doesnât mean they couldnât have been men
Oh letâs go down to Bremen
Take my paw in your hand
And we ll sing for our supper
In that freest of the freest
People need to see us
The freest of the freest land
(x2)
It was part of the plan
Everybody would stand
On their hind legs
Hands holding high the other
Like a tower of brothers
And the one on the top
Would crow warning
And call in the morning
And call out the storm that was coming
The one on the bottom would steer
Till the road was clear
And the people would learn to rejoice
And to revere our coming
But how long did we think
We could walk we could sing
Before our voices gave out and our limbs gave in
On the road, on the road, on the road, on the road
On the way, on the way, on the way
To Bremen, to Bremen, to Bremen,
To Bremen, to Bremen, to Bremen,
To Bremen
Oh on the road to Bremen
I came across some robbers three
And first I took everything away from them
(Stop)
Then they took everything away from me