| Rockin', rollin' splishin', splashin' Over the horizon, what can it be?
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| Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Do it to me one time.
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| The pilgrims sailed the sea
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| To find a place to call their own so free
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| In their little to ship, the Mayflower
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| They hope to find a better home to be
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| The finally knocked on Plymouth Rock
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| As some one said we’re there
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| It may not look like home
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| But at this point I don’t care
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| Oh they were missing mother England
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| They swore their loyalty until the very end
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| Anything you say King, it’s OK King
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| You know it’s kinda scary on your own
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| We’ve got to all just get together
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| Talk to call each other on the telephone
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| I want no more kings no more kings (X3)
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| You taxed our property you didn’t give us any choice
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| And meanwhile back in England you didn’t give them any voice
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| That’s what I call taxation without representation
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| And that’s not fair (It's wrong! It’s wrong!)
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| It’s a long list of mistakes you made King
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| And let’s start with the — worst
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| You had the nerve to tax our cup of tea
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| To put it kindly King, what? |
| did you expect me to agree?
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| Gonna show you why we dumped it in the ocean
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| Made the biggest harbor of tea you’ll ever see
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| No more Kings Gonna run our things our own way (X2)
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| Gonna run it into the ground |