| It’s a long, long way from Canada
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| A long way from snow chains
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| Donkey vendors slicing coconut
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| No parkas to their name
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| Black babies covered in baking flour
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| The cook’s got a carnival song
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| We’re going to lay down someplace shady
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| With dreamland coming on
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| Dreamland, dreamland
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| Dreamland, dreamland
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| Walter Raleigh and Chris Columbus
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| Come marching out of the waves
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| And claim the beach and all concessions
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| In the name of the suntan slave
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| I wrapped that flag around me
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| Like a Dorothy Lamour sarong
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| And I lay down thinking national
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| With dreamland coming on
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| Dreamland, dreamland
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| Dreamland, dreamland
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| Goodtime Mary and a fortune hunter
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| All dressed up to follow the drums
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| Mary in a feather hula-hoop
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| Miss Fortune with a rose on her big game gun
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| All saints, all sinners shining
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| Heed those trumpets all night long
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| Propped up on a samba beat
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| With dreamland coming on
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| Dreamland, dreamland
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| Dreamland, dreamland
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| Tar baby and the Great White Wonder
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| Talking over a glass of rum
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| Burning on the inside
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| With the knowledge of things to come
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| There’s gambling out on the terrace
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| And midnight ramblin' on the lawn
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| As they lead toward temptation
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| With dreamland coming on
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| Dreamland, dreamland
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| Dreamland, dreamland
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| In a plane flying back to winter
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| In shoes full of tropic sand
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| A lady in a foreign flag
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| On the arm of her Marlboro Man
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| The hawk howls in New York City
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| Six foot drifts on Myrtle’s lawn
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| As they push the recline buttons down
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| With dreamland coming on
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| Dreamland, dreamland
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| Dreamland, dreamland
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| La, La …
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| African sand on the trade winds
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| And the sun on the Amazon
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| As they push the reline buttons down
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| With dreamland coming on
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| Dreamland, dreamland
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| Dreamland, dreamland |