Little Wheel Spin and Spin - Buffy Sainte-Marie

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Merry Christmas, Jingle Bells

Christ is born and the devil’s in Hell

Hearts, they shrink, pockets swell

Everybody know and nobody tell

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Oh, the sins of Caesar’s men

Cry the pious citizens

Who petty thieve the five and tens

And the big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Blame the angels, blame the fates

Blame the Jews or your sister Kate

Teach your children how to hate

And the big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Turn your back on weeds you’ve hoed

Silly sinful seeds you’ve sowed

Add your straw to the camel’s load

Pray like hell when your world explode

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Swing your girl, fiddler say

Later on the piper pay

Do see do, swing and sway

Dead will dance on judgment day

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Little wheels spin and spin, big wheels turn around and around

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Feliz Navidad, Cascabeles

Cristo ha nacido y el diablo está en el infierno

Corazones, se encogen, los bolsillos se hinchan

Todo el mundo sabe y nadie dice

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Oh, los pecados de los hombres de César

Lloran los ciudadanos piadosos

Quien ladronzuelo el cinco y diez

Y las grandes ruedas dan vueltas y vueltas

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Culpa a los ángeles, culpa a los destinos

Culpa a los judíos o a tu hermana Kate

Enseña a tus hijos a odiar

Y las grandes ruedas dan vueltas y vueltas

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Dale la espalda a las malas hierbas que has azadonado

Tontas semillas pecaminosas que has sembrado

Añade tu paja a la carga del camello

Reza como el infierno cuando tu mundo explote

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Balancea a tu chica, dice el violinista

Más tarde, la paga del gaitero

ver hacer, balancearse y balancearse

Los muertos bailarán el día del juicio

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran

Ruedas pequeñas giran y giran, ruedas grandes giran y giran