| I wasn’t born with a spoon in my mouth
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| but I get lucky now and then,
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| I’ve traveled north, east, west and south
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| like any bird in the wind
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| Wanderin' ways, what have you brought me to
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| I know what I want to do
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| I can get lonesome and yearn for home some
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| but I start to feel just like a pack of fools, fools.
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| She came along with thunder on her mind
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| on a stormy day
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| lookin' me over she smiled and said,
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| «Where there’s a will there’s a way»
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| Hey little one, what have you brought me to
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| and what would you have me do
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| I’ve been changin' and rearrangin'
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| but you’re makin' me feel just like a pack of fools, fools.
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| I went searchin' for you
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| all across this whole wide land
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| and then you found me standin' here
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| with my heart out in my hand,
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| I’m a pack of fools, a pack of fools, a pack of fools, a pack of fools,
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| you’re makin' me feel just like a pack of fools.
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| You go away with life at your heels,
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| where or why I’ve never known,
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| comin' back you ask me just how do I feel,
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| I said, «easy come, easy go»
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| little one, what have you come to
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| and what do you mean to do,
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| I’ll always take you back, you know
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| but you’re makin' me feel just like a pack of fools, fools
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| yes you know you’re makin' me feel just like a pack of fools, fools
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| Pack of fools, a pack of fools, pack of fools, a pack of fools, makin' me feel
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| just like a pack of fools |