| When I was a little kid
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| And all the people, they looked big
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| I never exactly understood
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| How to tell the tree from the wood
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| Joy without pleasure
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| Ain’t no fun, ain’t no fun at all
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| Joy without pleasure
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| Ain’t no fun, ain’t no fun at all
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| My Mama, she took me aside one day
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| She said «you better have fun while you play»
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| Cause someday you’ll wake up and you’ll be old
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| And all of your youth will be gone away
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| And you’ll work in a factory and earn your pay
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| And your fingers will rot and your mind will decay
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| You’ll be happy, so happy, with your family and house
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| But you’ll never, you’ll never enjoy yourself
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| Joy without pleasure
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| Ain’t no fun, ain’t no fun at all
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| Joy without pleasure
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| Ain’t no fun, ain’t no fun at all
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| The son of Charles Dickens and a little red hen
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| Dance the Watusi like it was a sin
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| They try to enjoy it, but they feel so guilty
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| Guilt won’t allow you to enjoy stolen apples
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| Joy without pleasure
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| Ain’t no fun, ain’t no fun at all
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| Joy without pleasure
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| Ain’t no fun, ain’t no fun at all |