Your father's version to Mary Poppin's song, "Stay awake"

In Munchen steht ein Hofbrauhaus. Eins, zwei"Constanza, oder "Eins, zwei,"
 Carica.
You were strapped to his chest. He walked and rocked you to sleep sometimes at night with this same song. How boring. You both loved it.
"Nach Hause, nach Hause gehen wir nicht. Nein, nein, das tun wir nicht. Nach Hause gehen wir nicht."
A drinking song transformed into a lullaby.