| When the red red robin comes bob bob bobbin' along, along
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| There’ll be no more sobbin' when he starts throbbin'
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| His own sweet song.
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| Wake up, wake up you sleepyheads,
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| Get up, get up, get out of bed,
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| Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red,
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| Live, love, laugh and be happy.
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| Why should I feel blue when I’m walkin' through
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| Fields of flowers,
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| The rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours.
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| And I’m just a kid again doin' what I did again,
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| Singin' my song,
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| When the red red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along.
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| Now, why should I feel blue when I’m walkin' through
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| Fields of flowers,
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| The rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours.
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| And I’m just a kid again doin' what I did again,
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| Singin' my song,
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| When the red red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along.
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| Well the red red robin comes bob, bob, bobbin' along. |