| There’s people everywhere, playing banjo
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| And the mandolin and guitar
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| What am I gonna do when she won’t sing with me?
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| She’s got a lollipop, it’s wild cherry
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| Her favorite flavor
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| She’s learning ukulele just like all the kids
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| She wants to play it her own way, just like I did
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| What am I gonna when my neighbors won’t
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| Let their kid play with mine? |
| We’re wild cherry
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| Our favorite flavor
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| With a billion songs inside her
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| You’d be a fool to try to guide her
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| Sing along but she’ll remind you
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| That fragile shell, you’re too clumsy to hold it
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| Her little wings-life will unfold them
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| She can fly, why would you hold her back?
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| The sun is coming out, the sky is clearing
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| The animals run and jump, and people cheer
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| What am I gonna do? |
| It’s Independence Day
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| Now she’s gonna play the drum
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| I see my neighbors and I say
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| Hey, have a lollipop
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| Hey, have a sparkler
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| Hey, let your light shine
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| Your favorite flavor, my favorite flavor, our favorite flavor |