| It’s a long long way to Canada
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| It’s a long way from bow chains
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| Donkey venders slicing coconut
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| No parkas to their name
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| Black babies covered in baking flour
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| The cook’s got a carnival song
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| Lay down someplace shady
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| With Dreamland coming on
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| Dreamland, dream on Dreamland
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| Walter Raleigh, Chris Columbus
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| Come a-marchin' out of the waves
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| And they claim the beach and concessions
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| In the name of the sun-tan slaves
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| I wrapped their flag around me
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| Like an Errol Flynn sarong
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| And I laid down thinking national
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| With Dreamland coming on
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| Goodtime Mary and the lady soldiers
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| Talking over a glass of rum
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| Burning on the inside
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| With a knowledge of things to come
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| There’s gambling out on the terrace
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| Midnight rambling on the lawn
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| As they lean towards temptation
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| With Dreamland coming on
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| In a plane flying back to winter
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| With shoes full of tropic sand
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| There comes a lady in a foreign flag
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| On the arm of her Marlboro man
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| The hawk howls in New York City
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| Six-foot drifts on Myrtle’s lawn
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| As they push the recline buttons down
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| With Dreamland coming on
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| African sand on the Trade Winds
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| On the sun on the Amazon
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| As they lean towards temptation
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| With Dreamland coming on |