PigPen Theatre Co. - Bremen lyrics

Oh where are we going Said the brown dog to the hen But just because They were animals Doesn't mean they couldn't have been men Oh let's 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 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 warnings 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 people would learn to rejoice And to fear our coming But how long do 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 At first I took everything away from them Then they took everything away from me