| Me like to go down to the Church
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| and drink some Holy Water,
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| but I don’t like it… the priest don’t like it,
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| and me can’t seem to help it.
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| Sail away-oh, away-oh,
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| you live life free like a birdie,
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| cuz me likes to sing… me likes what me do,
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| and me can’t seem to help it.
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| Me like to go under the sink
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| and drink some magic potion,
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| but the doctor don’t like it… Mr. Harry don’t like it,
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| and me can’t seem to help it.
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| Sail away-oh, away-oh,
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| you live life free like a birdie,
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| cuz me likes to sing… me likes what me do,
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| and me can’t seem to help it.
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| Me likes to go down to the park
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| and take them nuts from them squirrels,
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| but the squirrels don’t like it… Mr Harry don’t like it,
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| and me can’t seem to help it.
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| Sail away-oh, away-oh,
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| you live life free like a birdie,
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| cuz me likes to sing… me likes what me do,
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| and me can’t seem to help it. |