| Listen to the mandolin king, doing his own special thing,
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| strumming his strings, singing his songs
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| and when he sings he wants to sing along.
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| La, la, la, la, la, …
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| Anything you ever wanted, he can make come real,
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| depending on how you feel, according to what you do,
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| because you know that in the end it’s up to you.
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| So Listen to the mandolin king, doing his own special thing,
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| strumming his strings, singing his songs
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| and when he sings you all sing along.
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| So shut your eyes and picture empty skies all around
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| and listen for the sound, of magic in the air
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| and when you do then you know the mandolin king will be there.
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| Listen to the mandolin king, doing his own special thing,
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| strumming his strings, singing his songs
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| and when he sings you all sing along.
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| Ev’rybody, La, la, la, la, la, … |