| The hammock rocks from side to side
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| Shot the rocker from side to side
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| Crowden rocker from side to side
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| And the stick it goes around from side to side
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| The hammock rocks from side to side
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| Shot the rocker from side to side
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| Crowden rocker from side to side
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| And the stick it goes around from side to side
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| I'm lying here humming
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| The trees sway back and forth in time with the birds singing
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| The whole globe is rocking
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| And the rhythms proclaim that I can just as well 'forget' my 'sins
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| So I'm starting to let go of what's weighing
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| Away with it so I feel a little younger
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| The whole globe oscillates
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| And whatever the problems may be, I stick a finger
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| I'm lying here frying
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| In the sun with a beer while I watch the kids play
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| The whole globe rotates
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| And pumps with the same pulse as me, and it's well worth celebrating
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| River a filter of my flyer
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| The flowers they bow and they nod, just as they usually do
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| The whole globe is cheering
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| And the wind whispers along to the new chorus with UFO Yepha
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| The hammock rocks from side to side
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| Shot the rocker from side to side
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| Crowden rocker from side to side
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| And the stick it goes around from side to side
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| The hammock rocks from side to side
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| Shot the rocker from side to side
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| Crowden rocker from side to side
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| And the stick it goes around from side to side
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| I lie here and sense the world around me
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| Enjoy the flies dancing
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| The whole globe stops
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| And reminds me how easy it is to be Danish
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| And that's true, so I guess
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| That my wealth can not be measured in gold and diamonds
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| The whole globe nods
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| And the sun it licks on my stomach, which jumps every time it hiccups
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| I'm lying here turning
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| But still lurking with half an eye for the delicious ladies
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| The whole globe is spinning
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| And buzzes of life and desire, and people dance up 'on the table
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| And as long as I have the floor
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| I make sure to describe the joy we have at the helm
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| For the whole globe cheers
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| And the wind whispers along to the new chorus with UFO Yepha
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| The hammock rocks from side to side
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| Shot the rocker from side to side
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| Crowden rocker from side to side
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| And the stick it goes around from side to side
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| The hammock rocks from side to side
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| Shot the rocker from side to side
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| Crowden rocker from side to side
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| And the stick it goes around from side to side
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| I'm lying here snoring, just take me a grandfather
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| And forget all the things I can not bear
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| The whole globe understands me
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| For soon the sun goes down again, and then the party starts all over again
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| So I'm ready to do an all night
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| It's an order from my homeboys and
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| The whole globe is waiting
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| Excited about partying 'through and not' making 'it too easy for that bartender
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| I sit here nodding like a musician
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| Must do when the big drum triggers
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| The whole globe is digging
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| There are thousands of good asses wiggling, that's the way the country is
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| So I stick myself a flat and blink
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| To a naughty little thing that has just sat behind me
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| And the whole globe is cheering
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| And people sing along to the new chorus with (UFO Yepha)
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| The hammock rocks from side to side
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| Shot the rocker from side to side
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| Crowden rocker from side to side
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| And the stick it goes around from side to side
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| The hammock rocks from side to side
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| Shot the rocker from side to side
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| Crowden rocker from side to side
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| And the stick it goes around from side to side |