| I will come back when the elephants roost in the trees
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| I will come back when the birds make love to the bees
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| I will come back when the sun refuses to shine
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| And President Coolidge is a cousin of mine
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| I will come back when the fish walk around on two feet
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| And promenade up and down on Washington Street
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| When the snow has turned from white to blue
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| Then maybe I will come back to you
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| Whistler’s mother is a sister of mine
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| When the snow has turned from white to blue
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| Then maybe I will come back to you
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| Yes, maybe I’ll come back
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| Could be I’ll be back
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| Maybe I’ll come back to you |