| Troubles really are bubbles they say
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| And I’m bubbling over today
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| Spring brings roses to people you see
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| But it brings hay fever to me
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| My luck will vary surely
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| That’s purely a curse
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| My luck has changed
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| Yes, it’s gotten from rotten to worse
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| Where’s that rainbow they hear about?
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| Where’s that lining they cheer about?
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| Where’s that love nest
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| Where love is king ever after?
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| Where’s that blue room they sing about?
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| Where’s that sunshine they fling about?
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| I know morning will come
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| But pardon my laugher!
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| In each scenario
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| You can depend on the end
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| Where the lovers agree
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| Where’s that Lothario?
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| Where does he roam, with his dome
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| Vaselined as can be?
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| Oh, it is easy to see all right
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| Ev’rything’s gonna be all right
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| Be just dandy for ev’rybody but me
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| In each scenario
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| You can depend on the end
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| Where the lovers agree
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| Where’s that Lothario?
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| Where does he roam, with his dome
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| Vaselined as can be?
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| Oh, it is easy to see all right
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| Ev’rything’s gonna be all right
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| Be just dandy for ev’rybody but me
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| Oh, yeah, I see that rainbow
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| For everybody but me |