He's Only a Poor Little Hatter,: WFC Songs
Bless 'em.
Paroles
He's only a poor little hatter, His face is all tattered and torn, He made me feel sick, So I hit him with a brick, And now he don't sing anymore..
Bless 'em.
He's only a poor little hatter, His face is all tattered and torn, He made me feel sick, So I hit him with a brick, And now he don't sing anymore..
