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