| It’s so easy, and breezy
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| when the music starts
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| a daft heave
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| for a catchy melody
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| to the beat I owe my soul
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| to face the music, how great a toll
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| i’m dancing to the tune of songs of old
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| I’m faithful to the format
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| as the music starts
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| whether its romantic, or a mystery
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| what a juke, easy to follow
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| like a salted pill, so easy to swallow
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| i’m dancing to the tune of songs of old
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| hail the stars, hails the station
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| calling in my dedication
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| tune here always to the songs of old
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| I tremble like a treble, as the music starts
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| beholden to the program nominee
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| Strike the band, and I’ll start shaking
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| crank the dial til my souls a-breaking
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| I’m dancing to the tune of songs of old
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| hail the stars hail the station
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| calling in my dedication
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| tune her always to the songs of old
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| Hail the stars hail the station
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| calling in my dedication
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| tune her always to the songs of old
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| hail the stars hail the station
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| calling in my dedication
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| tune her always to the songs of old |