| Ev’ry time
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| I see a puppy upon a summer’s day
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| A puppy dog at play
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| My heart is filled with envy
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| That’s because
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| My heart is yearning to pass the time away
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| Like that pup
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| 'cause I’m all fed up
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| And tho' it’s wrong to be
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| I long to be
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| Lazy
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| I want to be lazy
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| I want to be out in the sun
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| With no work to be done
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| Under that awning
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| They call the sky
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| Stretching and yawning
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| And let the world go drifting by
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| I want to peep
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| Through the deep
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| Tangled wildwood
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| Counting sheep
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| 'til I sleep
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| Like a child would
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| With a great big valise full
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| Of books to read where it’s peaceful
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| While I’m
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| Killing time
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| Being lazy
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| Life is short
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| And getting shorter with each day that goes by
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| And how the time does fly
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| Before you know, it’s over
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| That’s why I’m
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| In such a hurry to pack my things and fly
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| To a spot
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| Where it’s nice and hot
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| And hear the birdies sing
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| While I’m being |