| The sun comes up
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| The lamps go down
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| The day begins in London town
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| There’s tea to brew
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| And buns to bake
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| And some who just refuse to wake
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| While shops are stocked and flocks are fed
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| The midnight men drift home to bed
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| School bells chime
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| And church bells ring
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| Children whine
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| Peddlers sing
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| What a day in London
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| Come and see who’s here
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| Everyone knows someone
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| They come from far and near
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| They bring their geese
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| Their finest fleece to please
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| The keenest eye
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| And hope and pray someone will say
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| There’s something they might buy
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| With pigs to slop
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| And fish to gut
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| It ain’t exactly heaven but
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| We thank the Lord
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| And kiss the ground
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| For bed and board in
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| London town
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| The upper crust lie fast asleep
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| But some of us got floors to sweep
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| One day’s like the day before
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| Can’t complain
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| If there’s no war
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| What a day in London
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| Everything’s for sale
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| Cabbages and onions
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| (Gasp) Look up!
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| Who’s that? |
| That girl up in the tree!
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| It’s not a tree
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| It’s moving… see
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| Good grief, what can it be?
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| Look there, I swear
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| She’s flying through the air
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| She must be wild
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| She’s just a child
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| I wish I had her hair!
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| My heart is pounding like a drum
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| I can’t believe my eyes
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| In London people seem to come in every shape and size
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| So many paths I wonder how they find their way
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| So many signs I wonder what they really say
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| London is everything I’ve heard and more
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| London is nothing like I’ve seen before
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| Music and feathered hats
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| And roofs that shine
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| With flags flying higher than a pine
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| She seems so sweet
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| She means us well
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| Size 20 feet
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| How can you tell?
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| We’ll rue this day, you wait and see
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| What is to be or not to be?
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| How do they build their huts so tall?
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| Can this all be one tribe?
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| The things they sell
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| The things I smell
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| I never could describe
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| These cakes taste just like berries picked this very day
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| The sound a river makes still takes my breath away
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| London’s as busy as a hive of bees
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| Grandmother Willow would just love these trees
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| Crowded and loud but so exciting, too
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| With colors I never even knew
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| What a day in London, nothing strange at all
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| 'Cept a girl with someone maybe 10 feet tall
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| This day’s become a day
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| No one is likely to forget
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| A day we’ll all remember
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| As the day two worlds have met
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| Such beauty’s rare
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| I’m quite impressed!
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| (London is everything I’ve heard and more)
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| One musn’t stare
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| She’s barely dressed!
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| (London is nothing like I’ve seen before)
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| The strength of ten that’s what I’ve heard
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| She’s won the men just take my word
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| A brave young thing to venture here
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| (Music and feathered hats and roofs that shine)
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| It will be an adventure
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| (And flags flying higher)
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| Perhaps some brew to quench your thirst?
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| (Than a pine)
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| Not with you, I saw her first!
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| What a day in London
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| History was made
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| Take away the mystery
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| Then you’re not afraid
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| We’ve seen a girl
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| (I've seen a world)
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| We never dreamed we’d see
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| (I never dreamed I’d see)
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| What an extra special day
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| Unique in truly every way
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| How wonderful this London day turned out to be! |