| When the little bluebird who has never said a word
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| Starts to sing, «Spring, spring»
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| When the little bluebell in the bottom of the dell
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| Starts to ring, ding ding
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| When the little blue clerk, in the middle of his work
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| Starts a tune to the Moon up above
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| It is nature, that’s all, simply telling us to fall
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| In love
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| And that’s why birds do it
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| Bees do it
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| Even educated fleas do it
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| Let’s do it
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| Let’s fall in love
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| In Spain, the best upper sets do it
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| Lithuanians and Letts do it
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| Let’s do it
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| Let’s fall in love
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| The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
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| Not to mention the Finns
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| Folks in Siam do it
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| Think of Siamese twins
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| Some Argentines, without means, do it
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| People say, «In Boston, even beans do it»
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| Let’s do it
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| Let’s fall in love, oh
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| Take it, Brian
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| Yeah
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| Electric eels, I might add, do it
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| Though it shocks 'em, I know
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| Why ask if shad do it?
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| Waiter, bring me Shad Roe
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| In shallow shoals, English soles do it
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| Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it
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| Let’s do it
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| Let’s fall in love
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| Let’s do it
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| Let’s fall in love |