Up in a mountain village
Morgarten was it’s name
Leopold’s army was eating its lunch
When down from the hills there came
A horde of angry peasants
Waving halberds in the air
Leopold, he just said, “Aw shucks,
I guess this is where
Switzerland gets funky” (3 times)
Ever since that fateful day
Nothing much transpired
The Swiss became a laughingstock
So dull and uninspired
But the Alpine shepherd’s got a secret dream
To be a Greek or a Turk
He’s tired of neutrality
And machines that always work
So’s the businessman in Basel
And the diplomat in Bern
The skiers up at St. Moritz
And the Catholics in Luzern
The bankers all are gossiping
About their clients’ crimes
The chocolate bars are melting
And the trains don't run on time,
Because....
Switzerland got funky
Got down like a funky junkie
Switzerland got funky