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A wouldn't it be nice |
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To get on with me neighbors |
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But they make it very clear |
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They've got no room for ravers |
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They stop me from groovin' |
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They bang on me wall |
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They doing me crust in |
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It's no good at all, ah |
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Lazy Sunday afternoon |
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I've got no mind to worry |
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I close my eyes and drift away-a |
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Here we all are sittin' in a rainbow |
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Go blimey hello Mrs. Jones |
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How's old Bert's lumbago? |
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(He mustn't grumble) |
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Tweedle dee bite |
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I'll sing you a song with no words and no tune |
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Tweedle dee bite |
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To sing in the khazi while you suss out the moon, oh yeah |
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Lazy Sunday afternoon-a |
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I've got no mind to worry |
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Close my eyes and drift away-a |
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Root-de-doo-de-doo, a-root-de-doot-de doy di |
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A-root-de doot de dum, a-ree-de-dee-de-doo dee |
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Doo, doo, doo |
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There's no one to hear me |
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There's nothing to say |
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And no one can stop me |
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From feeling this way, yeah |
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Lazy Sunday afternoon |
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I've got no mind to worry |
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Close my eyes and drift away |
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Lazy Sunday afternoon |
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I've got no mind to worry |
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Close my eyes and drift a |
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Close my mind and drift away |
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Close my eyes and drift away |
