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A wouldn't it be nice to get on with me neighbours |
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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', they bang on me wall |
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They doing me crust in, 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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Gor blimey hello Mrs. Jones |
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How's old Bert's lumbago? 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 your party while you souse at the moon - oh yeah |
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Lazy Sunday afternoon-a - tweedle dee bite - tweedle dee bite - tweedle dee bite |
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I've got no mind to worry - yeah - 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 - doo doo .... |
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There's no one to hear me, there's nothing to say |
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And no one can stop me 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 |
