| Underneath the apple tree
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| Mama’s got her eye on me
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| Just wearing suntan lotion
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| This is how we spend each day
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| May, June, and July
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| Sunning in our birthday suits
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| Eating that forbidden fruit
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| It’s like perpetual motion
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| The dogs are sleeping in the shade
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| Guess we really got it made
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| Mama Lion and me down underneath the apple tree
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| Underneath the apple tree
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| We can snooze so peacefully
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| Hear those bluebirds blowing
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| We can hear those mockingbirds up high
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| Trading eights
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| If the radiation’s strong we can turn the sprinkler’s on
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| And we can run right through 'em
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| We drink tea instead of wine
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| We shoot up with summertime
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| Mama Lion and me down underneath the apple tree
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| Got ourselves a little tent, 'case the weatherman calls for showers
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| Someone’s phone is ringing but I don’t think it’s ours
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| Dog’s are sleeping in the shade
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| Guess we really got it made
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| Mama Lion and me down underneath the apple
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| Mama Lion and me down underneath the apple
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| Mama Lion and me down underneath the apple tree |