| My heart begins to tingle when the bells begin to jingle
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| Zig-idee, zing, zing, zing, zig-I-dee zing zing
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| Ev’ry time they play the sabre dance
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| My heart beats try to capture all the rhythm and the rapture;
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| Zig-idee, zing, zing, zing, zig-I-dee zing zing
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| Ev’ry time they play the sabre dance
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| I love the spell I’m under when the drums begin to thunder
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| Boom-I-dee boom boom, boom-I-dee boom boom
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| Like the tempo of a tropic rain
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| When I hear trumpets blaring I can feel adventure flaring
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| Ra-ta-ta tat tat, ra-ta-ta tat tat
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| I am in a mood I can’t explain
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| I drift to an isle of perfume where summer roses eternally bloom
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| There in a golden gleam waits my one wonderful dream;
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| Music take me don’t forsake me
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| Let me be a ship lost at sea that the winds rock and roll;
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| Whirling, swirling, twirling, out of control
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| That music drives me crazy
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| Ev’rything becomes so hazy;
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| Drums are booming, cellos zooming
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| Cymbals crashing, sabres flashing in a willy nilly sort of way
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| I seem to hear it night and day;
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| Blending in romantic fashion, melody, moonlight and passion
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| Riding high on heaven’s highway
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| Purple stars are guiding my way;
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| I am like a comet whizzing by
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| Just when I get the feeling that the universe
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| Is reeling, suddenly the song is ending;
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| And I find that I’m descending like a star
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| Toppling! |
| Twisting! |
| Tumbling!
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| And down and down and down and down and
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| Roun' and roun' and roun' and roun' and
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| Down and down and down and down
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| And I begin to spin into a trance
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| Ev’ry time they play that sabre dance |