| To the gods in the sky, there’s one thing you can do
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| You can send us some sun and we’ll play you this tune
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| Because sitting in our room lying down with a scoop
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| And the sunshine through our window
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| It’s days like these that make us happy
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| Like a puppy getting lucky with Lassie
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| Hassle-free hours passing by with that beat (One, two)
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| Singing «days like these» kicking back, just doing what we do
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Number one I wanna find some loving in the sun
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| With someone that can make me growl and hum
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| Say, «Hmmm…» a boom a boom shak
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| And the beat that she throw at me knocking me flat
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| Number two, I’d cruise where the grass is smooth
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| And the sound of the sea is a dreamy melody
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| Snooze all afternoon
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| Til the night time wake me cause shakedown soon
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| Number three, I’d be dancing like a monkey up a tree
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| Find sweet simplicity by kissing my honey
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| Get funky like Bond when he’s played by Connery
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| And get crafty like Don Corleone
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| Four, watching Oliver jam a little more
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| Remember the night when I saw
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| What I never never never seen before
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| Lavender wrestling a rich wild boar
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| It’s days like these that make us happy
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| Like a puppy getting lucky with Lassie
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| Hassle-free hours passing by with that beat (One, two)
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| Singing «days like these» kicking back, just doing what we do
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| Whack, please get back, wake up on the attack
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| Work myself frantic to the moon and back
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| Now it’s evening and the sausages are frying out back
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| I write my rhyme for this track as the sky fade to black
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| Now I remember earlier in the day
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| As I was swimming through the bay
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| A bass player I know swum my way
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| He said, «G'day
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| Hey wanna go see some reggae?
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| Starts at 8 and plays through to sunrise the next day»
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| So 9 o’clock sees me heading out towards to tabernacle
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| Hardcore reggae beat bring me feet out of these shackles
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| Hardcore reggae DJ I Salute you, crackle crackle crackle
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| Crackle of the vinyl, now I’m high, now a spectacular night ahead
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| I met a Mexican called Juan (There's a party on the hill would you like to come?
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| Yeah (And bring a bottle of rum)
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| Can’t afford it, but I bought it
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| Right then I sung
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| It’s nights like these that you know that your alive
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| Nights like these that you know that you got fire
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| Nights like these when you don’t have to try
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| Fall in love and kiss and smile from every girl walking by
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| I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
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| And my eyes want to cry cause the night and the sky
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| Is so high and my life is sublime and it’s mine and it’s time
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| (It's now time)
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| It’s days like these that make us happy
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| Like a puppy getting lucky with Lassie
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| Hassle-free hours passing by with that beat (One, two)
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| Singing «days like these» kicking back, just doing what we do
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| Woah, woah, woah
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| And dirty hands, I like them see
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| They make the music that we play sound oh so sweet
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| And my mother always made me eat broccoli
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| And now look at me, I’m as strong as can be
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| So put some spice in my sauce, honey in my tea
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| An ace up my sleeve and a slinky plan b
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| And most importantly, my mad family
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| That made me lucky and for that I’ll sing about days like these |