And zhe lyrics:

Dear dear dear dearest Tinke-Tinkebell
I'm writing you this letter just to wish you well
My name is Pinkeltje, I was your cat
But I was depressed, so then you turned my neck around
So now I'm in heaven, now I'm dead
And you made my body, into a bag
And I just wanted to wish you well, dearest Tinkebell

Dear dear dear dearest Tinke-Tinkebell
I'm one of the mothers of the cockerells
you saved from going, into the shredder
You made my son's life, so much better
And I just wanted to wish you well, dearest Tinkebell

Dear dear dear dearest Tinke-Tinkebell
Our names are Theo, Bas, Kareltje, Kees, Carlton, Herman, Harry, Gerard, Ferdinand and Falco and we want to tell
That we aren't exactly, having a ball
So we'd rather be in those balls after all
And we just wanted to wish you well, dearest Tinkebell

Dear dear dear dearest Tinke-Tinkebell
My name is Rhonda Vision, and I want to tell
that you're a fucking cunt freak I hope you get made
into a purse yourself some day
Well why don't you just go to hell?
Oh dearest Tinkebell..



And oh yes, for some reason my camera makes everything darker.. eh.. I'll turn on the light next time! (less info)