| A lovely multi-coloured crocodile
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| Born of man and growing by the mile
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| To think of the dawns, when a million horns
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| Will rouse you up in style
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| Oh, the joy of living, sweeter music they’re giving
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| Than the singing bird you heard before
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| Oh, the joy of living, sweeter music they’re giving
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| Than the singing bird you heard before
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| They’re pulling down more houses everyday
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| To give the family car more room to play
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| And won’t it be grand, when the whole of the land
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| Is one big motor way
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| Oh, the joy of living, just to know that you’re giving
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| All the air you need to feed the car
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| Oh, the joy of living, just to know that you’re giving
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| All the air you need to feed your car
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| Naturally there’ll be a place for you
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| Big blocks of state apartments with a view
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| I know that you’ll love, the life up above
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| Away from all you ever knew
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| Oh, the joy of living, in the places, they’re giving
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| To the lucky few will you be one
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| Oh, the joy of living, in the places, they’re giving
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| To the lucky few will you be one, yeah
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| Oh, the joy of living, sweeter music they’re giving
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| Than the singing bird you heard before |