| If the business stays as good?
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| Where I’d really like to go,
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| In a year or so?
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| Don’t you want to know?
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| TODD: (spoken) Yes, yes, of course.
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| LOVETT: Do you really want to know?
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| TODD: (spoken) Yes, I do, I do.
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| LOVETT: (spoken) I’ve always had this dream…
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| Ever since I was a skinny little slip of a thing and my rich Aunt
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| Nettie used to take me down to the seaside August Bank Holiday…
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| The pier… Makin’little castles in the sand…
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| Ooh, I can still feel me toes wigglin’around in the briney!
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| By the sea, Mr. Todd, that’s the life I covet,
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| By the sea, Mr. Todd, ooh, I know you’d love it!
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| You and me, Mr. T, we could be alone
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| In a house wot we’d almost own,
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| Down by the sea!
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| Wouldn’t that be smashing?
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| TODD: Anything you say…
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| LOVETT:
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| With the sea at our gate, we’ll have kippered herring
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| Wot have swum to us straight from the Straits of Bering!
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| Ev’ry night, in the kip, when we’re through our kippers,
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| I’ll be there slippin’off your slippers!
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| By the sea,
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| With the fishies splashing!
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| By the sea!
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| Wouldn’t that be smashing?
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| TODD: Anything you say, anything you say…
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| LOVETT:
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| I can hear us wakin,'
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| The breakers breakin,'
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| The seagulls squawkin,'
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| 'Hoo, hoo!'
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| I do me bakin,'
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| Then I go walkin'
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| With you-hoo!
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| Yoo-hoo!
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| I’ll warm me bones on the esplanade,
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| Have tea and scones with me gay young blade,
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| Then I’ll knit a sweater
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| While you write a letter
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| Unless we’ve got better to do-hoo!
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| TODD: Anything you say…
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| LOVETT:
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| Think how snug it’ll be underneath our flannel
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| When it’s just you and me and the English Channel!
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| In our cozy retreat kept all neat and tidy,
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| We’ll have chums over ev’ry Friday!
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| By the sea!
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| Don’tcha love the weather?
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| By the sea!
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| We’ll grow old together!
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| By the seaside,
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| Hoo, hoo!
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| By the beautiful sea!
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| (spoken)
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| Oh, I can see us now, in our bathing dresses!
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| You in a nice, rich navy, and me… stripes, perhaps.
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| It’ll be so quiet,
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| That who’ll come by it,
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| Except a seagull
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| Hoo, hoo!
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| We shouldn’t try it,
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| Though, 'til it’s legal for two-hoo!
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| But a seaside wedding could be devised,
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| Me rumpled bedding legitimized!
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| Me eyelids’ll flutter,
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| I’ll turn into butter,
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| The moment I mutter I do-hoo!
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| By the sea, in our nest, we could share our kippers
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| With the odd payin’guest from the weekend trippers,
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| Have a nice sunny suite for the guest to rest in,
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| Now and then, you could do the guest in!
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| By the sea,
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| Married nice and proper!
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| By the sea,
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| Bring along your chopper!
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| To the seaside,
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| Hoo, hoo!
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| By the beautiful sea! |