| I’m out in the country
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| But I don’t know why
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| Cause I’m sticky a city loving guy
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| Just sitting there when a little bird flies my way
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| Hello bee
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| I looks at him and he’s lookin' at me
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| We’re both satisfying our curiosity
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| Who can this be?
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| Quick like a rabbit I gets me a?
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| So I ups to him and I say
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| Whatcha say?
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| «Oh Mister Meadowlark we gots a lot of serenading to do.»
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| Who to?
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| «Ooh Mister Meadowlark I’m just a city slicker & I’m counting on you.»
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| She’s got a country guy who whistles
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| My whistle is thin
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| (innocent)
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| So when I begin, that’s where you come in
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| Oh you’re? |
| your heart mister meadowlark
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| Now if you should cop a gander when I’m kissing my chick
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| Needless to remind I’m gonna have the decency to exit due but quick
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| Say but what if Mrs. M thinks I’m out stepping?
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| Fear not, I’ll make it alright
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| For Mr. Meadowlark meet me in the dark tonight
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| The scene changes, nightfall, our two characters at the? |
| place, the park
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| Spoon and spark with meadowlark
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| Ooh Mister Meadowlark we’re gathered here to witness this moment event
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| It’s a charming little park
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| Paid for by the city
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| Now my brother you’re a cinch
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| Cause when I send them, they’re sent
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| You mean you’re ready?
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| Suppose I hit a real good ripple
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| Well whistle me a whizzer
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| I’ll slip you a?
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| Now when I begin
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| Why that’s where I come in
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| Pretty now
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| Oh Mister Meadowlark, I guess you know that clinker put the finish oh me
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| Fair weather friend, eh?
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| Needn’t to remind I hope you know you put me in a practically impossible key
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| If they squawk then you got to square it
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| Square it
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| I’ll tell them you’re tight with two black birds from Boston
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| Yes Mister Meadowlark goodnight
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| Goodnight |