| A wouldn’t it be nice to get on with me neighbours
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| But they make it very clear
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| They’ve got no room for ravers
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| They stop me from groovin', they bang on me wall
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| They doing me crust in, it’s no good at all — ah Lazy Sunday afternoon
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| I’ve got no mind to worry
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| I close my eyes and drift away-a
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| Here we all are sittin’in a rainbow
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| Gor blimey hello Mrs. Jones
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| How’s old Bert’s lumbago? |
| He mustn’t grumble
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| Tweedle dee bite
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| I’ll sing you a song with no words and no tune
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| Tweedle dee bite
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| To sing in your party while you souse at the moon — oh yeah
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| Lazy Sunday afternoon-a — tweedle dee bite — tweedle dee bite — tweedle dee bite
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| I’ve got no mind to worry — yeah — I’ve got no mind to worry
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| Close my eyes and drift away-a
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| Root-de-doo-de-doo, a-root-de-doot-de doy di A-root-de doot de dum, a-ree-de-dee-de-doo dee — doo doo …
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| There’s no one to hear me, there’s nothing to say
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| And no one can stop me from feeling this way — yeah
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| Lazy Sunday afternoon
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| I’ve got no mind to worry
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| Close my eyes and drift away
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| Lazy Sunday afternoon
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| I’ve got no mind to worry
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| Close my eyes and drift a-
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| Close my mind and drift away
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| Close my eyes and drift away |