| East, west, over the ocean
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| Perpetual motion, travelling around
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| No rest, singing and playing
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| Night out and day in, doing the rounds
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| What a great life it must seem
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| (What a great life it must seem)
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| Swell joints, everything classy
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| Nothing that’s passé, only the best
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| Lush girls ogling and eyeing
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| Crying and sighing, this is success
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| What a great life it must seem
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| (What a great life it must seem)
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| But when I hear young voices singing out
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| The bells at home come ringing out
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| When I think all alone
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| Then I think of my home
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| Mum, Dad, all 'round the fire
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| In festive attire, keeping the day
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| Aunts, kids, all the relations
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| Congratulations, this is success
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| What a great life it must seem
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| (What a great life it must seem)
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| But when I hear young voices singing out
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| The bells at home start ringing out
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| When I feel all alone
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| Then I long for my home |