| Come my little friends
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| As we all sing a happy little working song
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| Merry little voices clear and strong
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| Come and roll your sleeves up so that we can pitch in
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| Cleaning crud up in the kitchen
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| As we sing along
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| Trill a cheery tune in the tub
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| As we scrub a stubborn mildew stain
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| Lug a hair ball from the shower drain
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| To the gay refrain of a happy working song
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| We? |
| ll keep singing without fail
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| Otherwise we? |
| d spoil it
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| Hosing down the garbage pail
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| And scrubbing up the toilet, ooh
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| How we all enjoy letting loose
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| With a little la-da-da-dumb-dumb
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| While we’re emptying the vacuum up
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| It? |
| s such fun to hum a happy working song
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| Ooh, a happy working song
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| Oh, how strange a place to be
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| Till Edward comes for me, my heart is sighing
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| Still, as long as I am here
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| I guess a new experience could be worth trying
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| Hey, keep trying
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| You can do a lot when you got
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| Such a happy working tune to hum
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| While you’re sponging up the soapy scum
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| We adore each filthy chore that we determine
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| So friends even though you’re vermin
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| We’re a happy working song
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| Singing as we fetch the detergent box
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| Or the smelly shirts and the stinky socks
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| Sing along, if you cannot sing then hum along
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| As we’re finishing our happy working song
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| Ah, wasn’t this fun? |