| When I’m five
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| I will wash my face and hands all by myself
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| When I’m five
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| I will chew and spit tobacco like my grandfather Jones
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| 'Cause I’m only four and five is far away
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| When I’m five
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| I will read the magazines in mummy’s drawer
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| When I’m five
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| I will walk behind the soldiers in the May Day parade
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| 'Cause I’m only four and grown-ups walk too fast
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| Yesterday was horrid day, 'cause Raymond kicked my shin
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| And mummy says if I am good, she’ll let me go to school in August
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| Daddy shouted loud at mummy and I dropped my toast at breakfast
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| And I laughed when Bonzo licked my face, because it tickled
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| I wonder why my daddy cries and how I wish that I was nearly five
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| When I’m five
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| I will catch a butterfly and eat it and I won’t be sick
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| When I’m five
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| I will jump in puddles, laugh in church and marry my mum
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| And I’ll let my daddy do the washing-up
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| If I close one eye, the people on that side can’t see me
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| I get headaches in the morning and I rode on Freddie’s tri-cy-cle
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| And everywhere was funny, when I ran down to the sweetshop
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| Then I fell and bleeded-up my knee and everybody soppied me
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| I saw a photograph of Jesus and I asked him if he’d make me five
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| I saw a photograph of Jesus and I asked him if he’d make me five
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| When I’m five
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| When I’m five
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| When I’m oah |