| Put on my radio and morning robe — caesar for the day
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| It’s a good morning — lay the table French cuisine, morning roll and paper
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| I’m reading today what’s yesterday and heading for the back pages
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| Outside, Sunny fields and apple trees. |
| The dragon flies and the bumble bees
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| The cherry skies and happy season Laughing birds have reason
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| cos it’s A beautiful day and my eyes disbieleve what they’re seeing.
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| Before I know it I’m walking the dog — past the butcher’s past the store
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| Isn’t it ridiculous is the theme of the day, madma De Grabo buys imported furs
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| You know and the grocer bows his pink skinny head in every town there’s a man
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| In a wheelchair in every town there’s an optical illusion
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| Out of my head what the hells’s going on? |
| Watching — Turning
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| the road that lies before me is the key to my day, Watching — Turning
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| I’m out on the road and no one can stop me.
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| Into The safety of my car where no one can break me — Motorway — Motorway
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| Out in the car park the bodies are mounting
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| bets are amassing, the money’s being counted
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| the children are playing. |
| The adults confiding Now
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| Crack the champagne What’s the year? |
| Sounds like 1924 down here
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| In the good old Summertime I broke my heart down here
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| in the good old major’s home — Da da da da — da da da da
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| Crack the Champagne, shed a tear, feels like 1924 this year
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| in the great british Summertime. |
| I lost my love down here,
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| in the good old major’s home
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| The scottish have invaded our lands again — delving inside,
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| take a piece of turf home To show their wives,
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| Bring in the army !
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| Not of the tartan kind Give them all a prize
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| 6 to 4 is on the run, The odds are on. |
| Stephen Cauthen jumped the gun now he’s
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| gone
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| Willy Carson — done for arson, for burning up the track, the odds are wrong
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| It’s been a good day and at last — I’m on my way. |
| To keep my heart warm.
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| I’m sure you enjoyed my day |