In the motel Paradise by the waterfront
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on Christmas days it has a crunch
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and couples compete there dancing,
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sounds like rock'n'roll and swing.
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In the Paradise Motel, there under the fir trees,
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the wine barrel hits,
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guests are stuffed
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sugar and thighs from turkeys.
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Heavy style and notch
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they will come out in a good carol,
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musicians roll divinely,
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as the angel preached to them in the distance.
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At the Paradise Motel there, friends,
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we light the tree properly,
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I will have a happy merry
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in short, Christmas as thunder.
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in the Paradise Motel, there under the fir trees,
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on Christmas days it has a downfall,
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perhaps even the stuck, settled one
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he likes to spin it to the rhythm.
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Heavy style and notch
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they will come out in a good carol,
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musicians divinely roll…
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as the angel preached to them in the distance.
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At the Paradise Motel there, friends,
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the door is always wide open.
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I will sing - happy merry,
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Christ the Lord was born. |