Can you hear the bells-a-ringing, alice van der meer?
Are you wondering what the hue and cry’s about my dear?
Hurry now and run along to the public square
Break off from grouting willy
Lay down your puzzle jan
Korfball’s coming to town
In your diary write it down
Roll on october, hip hip hooray!

Joy in leeuwarden for sure
Serbians, hungarians, germans everywhere
Dobrodosli, isten hozta!, willkommen, mein herr!
Netherlands are strong again, dreaming of success
And uncle rudi has a smile upon his face
Korfball’s coming to town
In your diary write it down
Roll on october, hip hip hooray!

Joy in leeuwarden for sure
Sixteen teams are taking part
Sixteen camps of hope
Some contain top, top players
Some are just a crock of shit
Take me where the horns are honking long and loud and true
Paint my face with the red and white and blue
Rotterdam is cock-a-hoop they have the final there

But there’s often more intrigue in the pool games
Korfball’s coming to town
In your diary write it down
Roll on october hip hip hooray!
Joy in leeuwarden for sure
Joy in leeuwarden for sure
Joy in leeuwarden
Joy in leeuwarden
Joy in leeuwarden for sure