| July please
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| I’m on my knees
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| The smell of you fresh cut grass
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| Your blue sky grins
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| For all its sins
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| Look another gorgeous levi ass
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| July people come and go
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| It looks like another perfect day
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| Just to see your
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| Striptease show
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| July please try your best to stay
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| And a mongrel begins to bark
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| At a wino in the park
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| And his owner doesn’t care
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| 'cause he really isn’t there…
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| Oh! |
| ma ma ma, oh! |
| ma ma ma, oh! |
| ma ma ma
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| My july
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| July, fizz bombs in my mouth
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| Babarama everywhere
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| I can’t lie on my pocket trout
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| So I sit back in the easy chair
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| And a woman of middle age
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| Licks and thumbs another page
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| Then she brushes off the dirt
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| From her greayhound
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| Oh! |
| ma ma ma, oh! |
| ma ma ma, oh! |
| ma ma ma
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| My july
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| July, fizz bombs in my mouth
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| Babarama everywhere
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| I can’t lie on my pocket trout
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| So I sit back in the easy chair
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| And a woman of middle age
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| Licks and thumbs another page
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| Then she brushes off the dirt
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| From her greayhound
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| And a baby sucks its thumb
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| To the sound of a steal drum
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| And fountain water gush
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| Through the thick bull rush (everybody) |